Crimson Reign — Episode 1

Over 2,000 years ago, the corrupt hands of mortal hubris would, in a single night, grant unlife to the children that would bring about their world's end Our war began in blood, and in blood it ends The final chapter tastes so sweet Rise, Kaliban, most noble and strongest of my kin Mistress, you risk much with these excursions into borderlands not yet secure Peace, Kaliban I hungered I sought to feed I ask again, my champion, what news? The final vestige of humanity flees for the port of salvation Their knights, 400 strong, stand waiting for death on the beach So few? Our final victory is to be snatched up so quickly, like a dog devouring its meal? They are led by Rendrendaedom Your old foe whose spear wounded you so Come, my champion For we are death's children, charged with delivering mortals to his cold embrace