The Ultras ..fanatics in their own right. A cursed order, bound to endless suffering.
But just as the Empire had their heroes, so too did the Ultras.
And perhaps the clearest example... was that masked youth, the one in whom the common folk placed all their hopes.
"You're running out of time, V," Gavid Lindman had told him.
"From now on, every failure will cost a life. I'll kill them myself—so go. Don't come back until you've become like him… a monster on Frey Starlight's level."
"This is your last chance, Viny Sparda."
Lindman's words—his threat—never left V's mind.
That same young man now approached the main imperial camp.
Step by step, he passed through the outer barricades, encountering his first target.
"Huh? Who the hell are—?" the soldier began, but V cut him down in a flash.
As the man's blood spilled across the ground, the rest of the soldiers began to realize ..
An intruder had slipped past their defenses.
And they had never even noticed.
