It has been ten years since the war. The scars left on the land have barely healed, and some wounds will likely fester forever, but more worrying still are the changes wrought on the world. Tactics and ideas concocted during the war, intended to beat back the demonic hordes, have been adapted to widespread use. Warfare has changed. Culture has changed. And the land has become opened up to the multiverse.
You have grown up in this changed world. You remember the dark nights of the war, nights bathed in fire and quenched in blood. Are you a sword forged in the flame? Or are you a broken thing, struggling to find a place in this broken world?
Burnt, twisted things struggle in the darkness. But in a sky overhead, a Green Moon rises for the first time,