Night had fallen over the Kingdom of Unadora. A heavy silence blanketed the land, disturbed only by the distant howls of wind sweeping through abandoned villages.
The kingdom had been forced to take drastic measures. Cities and towns on the outskirts had been completely evacuated, their people relocated to the safety of Unadora's central regions. Those who could not find shelter within the kingdom had been sent to neighboring lands, welcomed as refugees.
Fortunately, Unadora had always maintained strong relations with its neighboring kingdoms. When the call for aid came, they had not hesitated to open their gates. But their willingness was not solely out of goodwill—these kingdoms knew what Unadora was about to face.
A nightmare whispered about across the Holy Continent.
Gevurah.
A ruthless and fanatical organization, built on the twisted faith of Seraphiel's followers.