The Depressed Heroes of Kastoria

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK HIM! I WILL KILL HIM! THIS BASTARD! KILL HIM!!"

The furious cries echoed through the dimly lit tent, where the tension was so thick it seemed to choke the very air. Yusuke, his face twisted in rage, had just reduced his chair to a pile of shattered wood with a furious kick. The camp of Kastoria's Army and Heroes, hastily established on the outer border, was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, but the disastrous turn of events forced them to reconsider. Now, their stay stretched into an uncertain, bitter vigil.

Yesterday was meant to be a day of triumph, their first major victory against the forces of Tenebria. But instead, it had ended in a nightmare, a cacophony of defeat that echoed in their minds. The culprit behind this crushing blow was not an army, nor a monster, but a single man—a man whose name now struck fear and fury into their hearts: Samael, the Hero of Darkness.