By A.R. Glaz
IN THE SHADOWS, ALL FAITH BLEEDS
In every shadow lies a secret.
In every prayer, a curse.
The Arcana is open — and those who enter never return unchanged.
IN THE SHADOWS, SHE WAKES
In the ruins of a dying empire, a child awakens beneath a sky without sun.
She carries no name, only the echo of a forgotten prayer.
She seeks answers — and finds revenge.
In her hands lies the first key to the Arcana — and a curse older than God.
BENEATH THE EARTH, THEY REMEMBER
Deep under the salt plains, the Pale Ones stir.
The dead whisper of the light that abandoned them.
Their faith has rotted — but their hunger endures.
In the silence of the caverns, the Arcana begins to feed.
WHEN THE SUN BLEEDS, HE RETURNS
The heretic walks through the ashes of saints.
Every prayer burns in his mouth like fire.
Heaven is empty. Hell is full.
And the Arcana demands its final offering.
The Arcana turns once more.
And the world forgets the cost of light.