While Leon and his crew explored the ruins of the ancient city, Sir Gallahad stood alone against a tide of madness. Before him loomed Samael, the Apostle of Chaos, and behind that twisted figure, a fractured dimension bled open, spilling forth an unending horde of demonic entities.
Thousands of Greater and Lesser Demons surged across the land like a living storm, their howls shaking the very ground. Among them, three towering commanders emerged, each radiating power on par with a Solaris Knight bearing at least six Suns.
The oppressive aura of just one could crush the air from mortal lungs, but together? They exuded the weight of an apocalyptic force, as if nothing in existence could stand against them.
"How chilling… I don't think I'd ever faced off against such a demonic force before."
Sir Gallahad—Knight Commander of the Golden Dragon Order—a veteran of a thousand battles… trembled.
The other members of Eldorin weren't any better.
