Far, far away, hidden on Insula Sacra—Island of the Accursed— lives a forgotten world of man and beast.
Damned by the Gods, and forced to live in everlasting darkness, they continue to fight a war that has long since been buried in time.
With each rise and fall of the cursed moon, they are reminded of all they’ve lost.
Desperate for freedom, they await the night the one true king will rise to power and free them from the curse.
The King, however, cannot rise without his Queen—both blessed with the mark of the Gods, they must end the war to save them all.
Or so the legend says…
“They abandoned us, cursed us. An endless war, a dying race…the prophecy states that once united, the chosen one, bearing the mark of the gods, will bring forth the one true king.” Balling my hand into a fist, I turn and face the great room. “I will be that King. No matter what it takes, no matter how many people must burn to make it so, we will rise again and this time, not even the Gods will be able to stop us.”