"I am Alexander Octavius Ein Feuerkrieger IX." says a man with sapphire-blue eyes shining against the moonlight, voice as calm as the stream. "My body is a vessel of the eight kings who are all the incarnation of the first. I possess their prowess as well as the Opus' magic. Return to the Court and atone for your sins."

The sword of Feuersturm glinted as the king pointed it at a man with eyes akin to ruby, hair as dark as night; a Warlock, the forsaken mage of old.

"The prophecy is happening. You are indeed alive," The man says to the king, flashing a sinister smile. "Is it SHE who sustained your life?"