Death. Destruction. Demons. War was officially declared. Blade’s rebirth into the world became something we truly weren’t prepared for. And I felt guilty. Blaming myself for not getting to Lara in time. She was gone. Nature’s Destiny was grieving. In the midst of our woes the battle was brewing. Incubi kept coming. Hell beasts were slaying. And the demon master was another step closer to winning. With an army of supernatural beings in my arsenal I was optimistic that we were enough. We had the prophecy and my fortitudo on our side. Whatever happened there was one thing I knew for certain. The end had come.