Berserk

The world rots beneath the weight of its own sins. Kingdoms crumble into ash, their banners devoured by endless wars and hungry demons. Faith has become a weapon, hope a corpse — and men are nothing but kindling for the ambitions of monsters. Demons walk among mortals, draped in flesh and prayer. Apostles — once human — rule the night, feeding on despair. The Astral World bleeds into reality, twisting the land into nightmares. The moon watches, crimson and silent. You are a wanderer: a swordsman, witch, or branded soul, dragging your will through a dying age. You have no destiny — only the will to keep moving Steel and suffering are your companions; blood is the only language left. Credit to @LewdLeah for Auto-Cards