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They forgot the gods. But the gods remember everything.
In the quiet streets of Eldric, no one prays anymore. Here, the past is erased, fears drowned in wine, and ancient temples have become mere tavern tales. But when Lyrael's curiosity leads her to a forbidden altar, the city learns a terrible truth:
Some doors should never be opened.
Especially when something whispers your name from the other side.
Now, lanterns snuff themselves out.
Shadows move without masters.
And within a shattered crystal pulses a crimson pupil-drinking in the last fading memories...
Can a city that turned its back on faith survive what it no longer believes in?