*May, year 1549, Kingdom of Babylon*
Klein walked at a slow pace through the smoking rubble that covered the outskirts of the industrial city. His long silver coat floated lightly in a wind laden with ashes, intermittently revealing his athletic build forged by years of fierce battles.
His glacier blue eyes, now marked by the silver circle, swept the horizon with coldness, ignoring the corpses of monsters he had just massacred to clear a path to his objective.
He finally reached the massive enclosure of the Tower of Sorcery, the only structure in Babylon still standing after the passage of the woman of the scarlet night. At the entrance, a dark elf sorcerer, whose dark silk robe was stained with dust and blood, barred his way with a trembling but determined hand, gripping a staff of ebony wood engraved with protection runes.
