After their disappearance, few believed they were truly gone, for such nightmares could not die so easily. Now, centuries later, most have forgotten even their myth, forgotten why men are supposed to fear the dark.

They walk the earth once again, their footsteps sounding as a herald to a forgotten conflict, a conflict born of fathomless hate. Their words are like the chiming of a bell, resonating coldly across the land to awaken all the dark, terrible things that have slumbered in their absence, ensuring that nothing of good or light survives.

All that opposes them is a tired...