In the skies of this unjust world, in a city that was once the capital of empires, a symbol of rebellion and hostility emerges — the peak of narcissism and pride in its most glorious form: Adlof Dos Yalatis Hantirs.
With a towering presence and a radiant face, his black eyes resembled an abyss filled with terror. His hair, oddly tinted, leaned more toward green than blue. Sharp eyes, a straight nose, and silent, evenly-measured footsteps.
This man enters a hideout that feels like a palace, where his followers await. His only law: "Obedience to me. I am the homeland, and I am the idea."
In the stillness, his followers speak with him, debating the truth of the world.
"But can humans not adapt?" Adlof asked, then laughed, sat on a tattered chair, and drifted into sleep — seeking brief rest.
As the sun vanished from sight and night fell — the time for the aggressive dogs to appear — Adlof looked out and stepped outside, only to be surrounded by a pack of six dogs.
Adlof collapsed, believing his end had come... until his vision blurred just before the dogs lunged at him — and he mysteriously lost consciousness.