It is a universe ruled by fear, anger, and deception. It is a battlefield where the mortal races fight a never-ending (and losing) war against death and decay. Survival is a constant battle, and hope is a meaningless word. Corruption eats away at the souls of men, and the creatures of a thousand nightmares stalk the land. Death is the only certainty, and love is as rare as diamonds.
Can creation survive, when the very fabric of existence rages against it? Is there a reason to believe, when even the gods tremble in fear?