In the blink of an eye, it was over, but the curse of the night sky remained. Without their mighty technology, they went on with the slaughter, bloody hand to bloody hand. Until the problem became too obvious to ignore. 9 out of every 10 were infertile, and the brilliant men of science had arrogantly failed the world again. |
500 years passed and the curse only grew worse. Those that survived in peace were simply too remote for those who lived by the ways of war to reach. A band of refugees hears rumors of a village with a young seer, a paradise of sorts. It will be a long and hard fight to get there, but at least there was hope.
But is hope alone, enough?