The sky hangs heavy with promise. A breeze carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that the cycle turns ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to seize the gifts the dark offers. Let us acknowledge this turning point and venture into the shadowed with eyes wide open. Men of a World of Desolation The winds howl through fractured cities, c

The sky hangs heavy with promise. A breeze carries the scent of decay, a reminder that life shifts ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to seize the treasures the dark bestows. Let us celebrate this epoch and forge into the uncharted with hearts ablaze. Hunters in a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carrying whispers

The sky hangs heavy with secrets. A chill carries the scent of change, a reminder that the cycle flows ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to cull the treasures the dark offers. Let us honor this transition and embark into the unknown with hearts ablaze. Hunters in a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carrying whispers o

The sky hangs heavy with secrets. A whisper carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that life turns ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to cull the gifts the dark offers. Let us honor this transition and embark into the shadowed with hearts ablaze. Men of a World of Desolation The winds howl through fractured cities, carrying whispers of

The sky hangs heavy with secrets. A breeze carries the scent of change, a reminder that life flows ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to cull the treasures the dark bestows. Let us acknowledge this turning point and venture into the shadowed with hearts ablaze. Hunters in a World of Decay The winds howl through shattered cities, carrying