For the first time in a long while, a change came over the dark skies.
The splendid moonlight falling onto the world of Urbus dimmed slightly, as blood-red crimson clouds began to gather overhead.
The sands swirled and the winds picked up speed...
Leading a troop of close to a thousand Pilgrims, Gilead's mind was occupied.
He had come a long way indeed.
He had been a normal salary man before the apocalypse, making just enough to get his family by with extra for savings. His life was uneventful, but he was happy.
That happiness was deftly shattered when the Devils descended from the sky in their harrowing majesty.
As the City fell to shambles and the world collapsed in on itself, his wife and children had been caught in the tempestuous rage of slaughter, plunging him into a world of darkness.
