
by Sn0wyy
Winter never ends in Nordhale. Far beyond the frozen plains stands Duran, the last fortress of mankind and the final barrier between civilization and the Abyss. The Abyss is the deepest wound upon the continent of Aetherion. A place where mana fades. Where Demonic Creatures are born. Where entire armies vanish without a trace. For centuries, humanity has survived by keeping the darkness contained. But something inside the Abyss is changing. Ancient ruins have begun to awaken. Hunter casualties continue to rise. And strange signs are appearing deeper beneath the surface. Across Aetherion, most people still believe the Abyss is merely a battlefield. They are wrong. Because the Abyss is not sleeping. It is waiting. And every year... It comes closer to the surface.
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