A darkness so eternal not even the devil himself dares to venture into it. Creatures lurk within the walls of the Great City. Creatures no man could ever imagine. Creatures, they say, whose eyes are as cold as death and furious as fire. To look into such eyes is certain death.

For nearly one thousand years the Great City stood lonesome from all other civilizations. The ruler of such a city can only be one who fears no one. A warrior-whose chest bares no heart. A soul of great hatred caused by years of isolation. The very purpose of his ruling not to use such wretched creatures, but to contain them leashed in the city’s walls. And so with great hatred, comes a very brave soul.