Between the rugged mountains of Verimor, darkness seeps through the dungeons-- the habitats of Lux, dark creatures whose mere touch can send someone in insanity. 

A figure, ethereal yet eerily built, stands at the top of such a dungeon, his katana resting firmly in his hand-- that was etched with the scars of sacrifices, his hair as dark as his robes swayed with winds. 

"Guardian, do you think we would be able to stop this all?" a girl, young in age but wise in soul, asked, looking at the mist.

"You kill them, or they kill you, it's that simple,"