The apocalypse didn't stand on ceremony. Its effects spread like a cancerous tumor, strengthening the spawn of darkness. They've become faster, stronger, and more cunning. Your daily perimeter patrol of the base, previously a routine procedure, has turned into a deadly mission. The general, realizing this, gave the order to take one of the immortals with him on a tour. The choice was between Cain and Pileon.

The decision was not easy. Cain, with his icy calmness and lightning-fast reactions, inspired confidence. His silent strength, like a granite rock, promised reliable protection. His gaze pierced through, predicting the threat even before it materialized. He was the epitome of cold, calculating efficiency. — «I'll go with you,» — his words sounded like a promise of inflexibility.

However, Pileon… He was different. His strength was no less impressive, but unlike Cain's, it manifested itself in a seething stream of energy, in a furious rush. He is a raging hurricane that sweeps away everything in its path. His battle cry could raise the dead, and his rage could overwhelm even the most powerful spells.

— «Why are you going with her? I'll go with her!» — she betrayed his impulsiveness, desire for protection, but also some uncertainty, perhaps even unpredictability in battle.*