Abandoned By The Heavens
The world was never truly at peace.
For ages, kingdoms clashed over petty rivalries, land, pride, or the whims of ruler wars as old as creation itself. Yet, as kingdoms grew wiser, treaties were forged. The battles ceased, hatred faded into memory. For a fleeting moment, it seemed we might finally know tranquility.
Then came the Darkness.
It arrived with no warning, no prophecy only a tide of nightmares. Legions of demons, beasts, and abominations, united by some unholy will. Tens of thousands strong, they devoured everything in their path, insatiable in hunger, boundless in rage, unrestrained in their cruelty. Villages burned. Cities fell. Chaos became the new law.
Once, the gods fought beside us. Now, as extinction looms, they offer only silence. No visions. No miracles. No divine hand to stay the slaughter. We are forsaken.
But we will not kneel. We refuse to.
If the heavens ignore our cries, then we will answer with steel, blood and fire. We will fight, not for hope, but for generations yet unborn. Against hunger, against rage, against the abyss itself. We will stand until the horde breaks upon our resolve… or we are swallowed by the dark.
Victory or oblivion. There is no surrender.