Through the Mists of Demon Pass

Long ago, there was a formidable pass that was stained inch by inch with blood.

In those times of yore, band of individuals emerged, they neither perished nor surrendered.

Their purpose? As they faced their final moments amid the heaps of bodies and oceans of blood, they yearned to turn back and glimpse the flickering lights of countless homes behind them, wishing for peace for years to come.