Fangs of the Void

The night the veil first cracked, Willow lost everything her family, her home, her faith. But in her grief, something ancient stirred, a remnant of sacred ruin, binding her to a power never meant to wake again. Across Veylith and Thanareth, the veil unravels. Shadows long sealed beneath the Threshold crawl back into the light, creatures once whispered of in sermons and nightmares. As faith crumbles and kingdoms fracture, the line between mortal and damned turns to dust. Beyond even these horrors, an older terror stirs. Druhhnakk predators from before the dawn of man march beneath their general once more. At the head stands Reaper, the Harvester of Souls, whose fangs carry the poison of worlds long extinguished. And in the silence that follows, only Willow's grief remains. Poisoned, patient, and powerful enough to end creation itself.