The Empire—last bastion of the world, protected behind colossal walls…
It had kept at bay the monstrous hands that lurked in the dark beyond.
Far from the Trial Island—deep within the heart of the capital, Belgrad—
Inside one of the massive research facilities near the royal palace…
Stood a short man, his face worn by time, eyes sunken with exhaustion and sleepless nights.
This was the principal laboratory of the empire's greatest mind—Ashol Eduardo.
The famed scholar stood before a vial of dark crimson liquid, the subject of countless experiments and tests.
The more he studied it, the more his expression darkened.
"Sir… is this…?"
Another researcher entered the lab—an old man himself, but one who addressed Ashol with sincere deference.
Ashol scowled as he tossed his gloves aside.
"This is the blood we recovered from the battlefield—where Oliver Khan fought that creature."
