The ground still trembled from the titanic blows of Kaiser and Anos, their clashes echoing across the torn kingdom of Zyriel. Further away, in a dark room with cold, damp stone walls, Erina stood tall, her steady breathing contrasting with Zyriel's muffled groans. After long relentless tortures of all kinds – physical, with blades carving furrows into her flesh, and mental, with dilemmas shattering her mind – she had finally broken. Zyriel, his voice broken, head bowed, was now revealing the information Erina demanded.