Amila walked the well-trodden trails of Latomus, her shield slung over one shoulder and the demonic sword Incubus gripped in her hand. The silence was almost eerie, a stark difference from the pandemonium that had once ravaged her homeland. With the demonic hordes and their leader, the sorcerer Reidval, vanquished, a tranquil calm had descended upon the kingdom. This had given her brother Astraea, the opportunity to step up and lead the people, while Amila set out on another journey.

"Look how far we've come, Incubus," she said. "Now that peace has returned, I can't help but wonder, what's next for us?" The sword didn't reply. Possibly unsure of how to answer her question.

The road ahead was lined with trees, their leaves whispering in the gentle breeze. But unexpectedly, the rustling of leaves grew louder, and electricity began to crackle around the blade of Incubus, as if to alert his wielder. "Hey, I think someone's watching us." He uttered before Amila turned towards the sound, ready to face the potential threat.