Swamp Territory, the Baron's Castle.
Deep in the night, in a secret chamber beneath the castle.
Flickering candlelight illuminated everything within.
Here, Baron York and his seven Knight's Squires were gathered. Of course, the Baroness, Lucia, was also present.
In the darkness, the firelight illuminated everyone's faces.
Bronzed and resolute—such was the look on every face in the room.
"I will not waste words."
"Since the day you joined the Swamp Territory, you and your families have been bound to me. Together, we march toward a path that may lead to the bottomless depths of Hell, but could also lead to an unprecedentedly glorious future!"
"Now, Knights! Tell me!"
"Will you be a speck of dust, scattered by the wind and returned to silent nothingness?"
"Or will you become a thunderbolt that tears across the heavens, writing an immortal legend upon the firmament in blazing fire!"
