Long, long ago in the dead of night,
the sky tore and Dark Blood gushed out like a waterfall.
The Dark Blood engulfed the sun, putting out its radiant flame.
The once brilliant sun froze over and lost all of its glory.
All the land of Usher was left with was the desolate crack of dawn.
and cities soaked in blood spiraled into a deep, dark abyss.
Conceived by the Dark Blood, monsters arose and invaded the land.
The Kindred took in the Twelve Knights
who emerged from the torn sky, holding goblets of blood.
The Pixies reclaimed the plains as their own and started a campaign
to construct an era of madness and chaos.
The Spirits, ejected from distorted time,
roamed aimlessly, neither dead nor alive.
Then, in the midst of doom,
a mysterious existence began to shine in place
of the sun and the moon.
It was none other than the Morning Star.
As the sole remaining source of light,
the Morning Star descended from the sky
to organize a resistance against death and corruption.
Thus, the Church of the Morning Star was born.
Now the world is divided into two camps:
those who have succumbed to corruption and those who resist it.
When will this dichotomy come to an end?
Who will be the ultimate survivors?