In the shores of the New World, the heavens above were shrouded by dark and heavy nimbus. These clouds darkened the seas and the horizon behind, veiling the shadows of those who desire to consume what remained of reality.
Damien stood with a refined poise, his back straight and towering. His body had long overcome its human limits, transforming him into something that resembled a deity walking amongst mortals.
Beside him were Alastair, Francine, and Hecate whose silky hairs danced with the cold breeze of wind. They were already made aware of the foes that was about to besiege them.
Alastair amongst the three was the most serious. After all, she had already made contact with these entities during her duel against the progenitor of the vampires.
"This will be a tough battle... Many of you will die."
