What then, pray tell, does one do when faced with an armada of the undead. None of the ghouls and restless spirits that haunt the great Tower of Baptism. Discounting Perceval the Wandering Necromancer and his own demonic specters and platoon of bone soldiers. Nay, I fear a greater evil rises from within the womb of Castle Sándorné. Journey alongside me through the thirty arduous days of undead Summer, as I seek to find the truth.