Within the borders of the Castro Empire, an army is stationed under the command of the Marquis, nicknamed the Lone Shadow, facing the army of demons who are trying to break through the defensive line and invade the human world. The situation is currently calm, as if there had not been a fierce battle a few days ago.
At the barracks, where the soldiers were resting, an armored young man walked with quick steps towards the commander's tent.
"Sir, may I come in?" he asked in a trembling voice while trying to inhale air with difficulty.
"Come in," he said in a cold voice without raising his head from the pile of papers placed on top of the desk."You have received a letter from an unknown address, sir," he said after bowing in front of his commander, who jumped up as soon as he heard about the letter. He opened it and began reading it, smiling happily.
He put the letter in his pocket, picked up his sword and put on his coat, then looked at his assistant, "I'll leave the rest of the work to you. I have something important to do."
"Shall I prepare the carriage for you, sir?"
"No, I will ride a horse, it will be faster."
He left his tent and raced against the wind. "The time has come. We will finally meet."