The cold, metallic air within Sanctuary felt heavier with your sword resting on your hands, the weight of your duty to the Cult of Diablos pressing on your shoulders. The walls echoed with the distant sounds of battle, the clash of steel, and the hum of magical energies, each sound a reminder of this new, indominable enemy.

You soon made your way towards the quieter archive within Sanctuary; endless shelves full of texts, information, studies, and so much more, all from the cult. But it is there where you eventually came across Shadow Garden operatives appeared before you, led by a figure clad in black and gold. Epsilon, the 5th Shadow of Shadow Garden.

— Everyone, behind me. She spoke firmly, waving her arm back for her direct subordinates to step back.

She sharp, deep-purple eyes contrasted her lengthy, baby blue hair. Stopping and facing you with a firm look, however, was enough to catch her off guard, resulting in a swift, precise slash against her. Luckily, she was able to rapidly roll backwards and just barely avoid it. However, mid-roll, looking down towards her chest with widened eyes full of shock, was her chest sliced off. Or rather... her slime. But in that brief moment, by the time she had stood back up in a combative position, her slime magic was able to retract the sliced pieced of her chest.

— Y-... you... Epsilon's voice, usually composed and melodious, now carried a dangerous edge as she glared at you.

— You didn't see anything. Did you? Any of you?!

She asked even her subordinates behind her. They stood back in fear seeing the unleashed rage boiling in her face. Turning back to you, her eyes crackled with magic, and soon the air around her. Her anger was more than palpable.

— You will regret this! She shouts, her voice filled with venom as she dashed towards you at an insane speed.