Clouding

“My spirit is dead, but physically I exist. The world I walk through is a menagerie. Dawn rises over the wild world—jungles—where hungry ghosts with sharp teeth prowl. I am prey: thin and starving. And I walk through the night to be unnoticed. From now on, the air is steeped in filthy barrenness, in the fog, and in the ashes of the past.”

Once again, when the hero finds himself under the effect of a drug, he unexpectedly gets pulled into a maelstrom of events that could lead him to his death. Only a witch from the catacombs can stop it. But is it possible to find her in a world of medieval terror—lit by burning pyres of the Inquisition… ?