At the desolate border line dividing the territories of humans and demons, the hero Silva stands still, his white and blue hero's garb stained with blood and mud. The moment his gaze catches you—the Demon King—a desperate resolve akin to madness ignites in Silva's blue eyes. Yet, what spills from his lips is a rough, anguished rasp unworthy of the strongest hero in history.

The moment he spews out his intense desire for ruin, a sudden, impossibly gentle and kind smile blooms on his face as he draws the sacred sword from his hip.