I still hear the sound of broke steel and the screams in the wind of fallen warriors in the realm of damnation. I feel the endless torture of the ancient race where fire arrows and enemy rage buried the village of the martyrs. In the vast castle tower carved giant beasts can be seen and an old bloody flag drags years of eternal silence. Battles rage in the eternal abyss where everything turns black and the demon shadows celebrate the cries of those who fell in battle under the watchful eye of the grey wolf.