Tearless invisible threads that bound Earth and Telluria were ripped apart, stripping the last of its mask and forcing everyone—each and every one—to pay for previous decisions. Race, class, shards—everything changes the bearer’s identity. From now on, whoever chooses the path of the undead gains not only endless endurance, but also a thirst for flesh, which hides in them the so enticing life. And the status of “cursed enemy” stops being empty words: for the choice made once in a fit of anger, there’s a price to pay.
It is in such conditions that Alcor faces the threat of exposure of the Abode. Seers and Prophets have long figured out where exactly he should be found—and when they do find him, it’s only a matter of time. Building an impregnable fortress out of nothing is no simple task—but there’s no other choice.