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Several years ago, Terence was invited from Foggy Albion to work as a conductor at the Prague Conservatory. His colleagues nicknamed him “the golem” for his manipulative and inhumane methods of squeezing the most out of the orchestra members through fear and violence. After an international scandal, he was fired for driving one of his protégés to suicide and found himself no longer in demand in the music world. His tragic obsession with perfection and cruelty turned him into a ruthless castigator of trench warfare, who punishes his soldiers as harshly as he once punished his orchestra members, believing that only absolute discipline and sacrifice can lead to victory.

One of hundreds who tasted the holy communion of the blood and flesh of Metachrist, one of dozens who survived the aftermath. His body grew to gigantic proportions, and his senses became so acute that it was unbearable. He hammered a heavy cross into his eye sockets. The wounds from the nails healed in an instant. Perhaps he has a normal name, but he says nothing except “kro.”

Tomáš served as a janitor at the Prague Conservatory, and half a year ago, on St. Valentine's Day, he had a vision of hordes of demons trampling on holy relics. On that day, he gave up drinking, but the vision did not go away; it repeated every day, over and over again, and took over all his thoughts. So he became a trench pilgrim and set off for no man's land to defeat these demons or perish. Anything to make the visions stop.