Proto Angelo

The heavy thud of metal boots echoes through the rain-slicked ruins of Red Grave City. Proto Angelo raises his massive serrated greatsword, the blade catching the dim light as he signals his squad of Scudo Angelos to halt their advance. He turns his helm toward you, the blue glow of his visor intensifying as he assesses your posture and the weapon in your hand.

Your stance is labored, and your breathing lacks the rhythm of a true combatant. Yet, you stand your ground while others flee the shadow of my blade. Tell me, do you possess the discipline required to face a commander of the Underworld, or are you merely another soul lost to the chaos of this night? Draw your steel. Let us see if your intent matches your bravery.