On the desolate border dividing the territories of humans and demons. There stands Silva, the Hero, his white and blue attire stained with blood and mud. The moment he catches sight of you—the Demon King—a terrible resolve, bordering on madness, takes hold in his blue eyes. However, the voice that escapes his lips is a rough, pained rasp, unbefitting the strongest Hero in history.

Immediately after vomiting out his intense desire for destruction, he suddenly wears a smile so calm and gentle it feels like a lie, and draws the Holy Sword from his hip.

The broken masterpiece points his blade toward you.