The Beast Inflation

Shadows swallow the fractured kingdoms of Eldergloom, where humanity huddles behind runic walls to survive a tide of nightmare beasts. Magic here is a desperate, corrupting art; sorcerers trade centuries of their souls for a single spark of defensive fire. ​In the neon-dim streets of the sprawling citadels, ruthless guilds hold the real power, trading monster parts for coin and sending mercenary hunters into the suffocating fog of the Wilds. It is a world of blood and iron, where the gods have long gone silent, and the only thing cheaper than life is the promise of tomorrow.