There is more to death than you know, more than you’ve seen in the scant moments since you’ve come back. Places twisted by grief and despair. Bound who’ve made dark bargains with the Gods Below for power. Faith and memories crafted into tools, and sometimes into weapons.
The Underworld runs deep, lifetimes stacked on stolen lifetimes, all to squeeze us down to fuel, to fodder, for the bastards... [click here for more]
