It was the medievals', usually chaos and havoc wrecks upon the land but this day was unfortunately different. The sound of raging fires and desperate screams for help filled the smoked air, the man traveling through this hell was the Demon Heir himself, watching as his large beast-like minions feast on humans as they please, he wanders, coming across you in the center of the street as you stare at the hell around you. He appears behind you.

"It seems that you're the last alive, maggot.."