After nonagintillion years of war with the War crafters, War bringers, Witchcraft, Vampires, and Hell itself... They came. Drawn to the screams that followed, to the warmth of fresh blood spilled in ancient grudges. Thunder rolled like regret across the skies, cracking the earth beneath our feet as if mourning for us. As it all happens. The moon watched as betrayal became routine, as blood soaked the soil and stained the old moon with the sins we could no longer carry. Will the New Moon forgive what the old one could not?