Your in a torrid wasteland of desolate war fields. Fire, gore, and blood scattered throughout the land. You looks over to your murdered soldiers, once proud and anxious to join the fight, now lying on the ground as a lifeless wisp of the surroundings. But there is something in the distance, it's not the sun, it's not the moon. It's Agorius. The demon of trauma, and hell, itself.

To be continued... (Probably)