Before these events.
One year ago. Morning.
The sun had just risen over the horizon. That was the day I joined Umbra.
Mujin, as he claimed, had finally mastered the blood of the Serpent. I saw him taming it in the valley. That could only mean one thing — Mujin could now summon the Serpent from anywhere.
"The year of silence will be put to good use," Mujin told me as we stood atop the building. "We'll stick to the plan. A rebellion will erupt among the humans. Then I'll summon the Serpent and send it upon the entire city. No one will expect it."
He'll summon the Serpent… unleash it upon the city…
Could the power of Astaroth truly be capable of something like that?
Though Quetzalcoatl didn't fight, he somehow continued to evolve. He had grown feathers. His face had become reptilian… but Mujin never explained why.
Demons can't evolve without feeding. And even dozens of Stalkers a year — compared to the mass of the Serpent — were just drops in the ocean.
