Since the beginning of history, humanity has measured time in Ages. Ages of Glory, Ages of Dreams, and even Great Sorrows mark the human tally of years, giving a sense of order to the events of past centuries. But one age has yet to occur – an age of darkness, of decay, and of writhing doom. Witty bards and wrathful preachers know it as the Age of Worms, weaving it into
the peripheries of their passion plays as a mythic era of destruction that could begin at any time. Astrologers, diviners and the servants of Fate know more. The canniest among them fear that the Age of Worms has already begun.The town of Diamond Lake is not what you would like to call home...this mining town is filled with two kinds of people, those out of options and those who want to exploit them.
Sometimes you question why you're at this place, but you never question your desire to leave it.
You look off into the horizon and think of what's out there, not knowing that in a few months you'll wish you didn't know...