A Storm Eternal

The Ancients are stirring. Their sleep in the depths and heights is ending, as is the age. The future is ungiven. Power eternal emanates from the Ancients into their heralds who will pave the way or bar it.

The Corrupted spread. The world is not meant for such power and it writhes and twists, spawning abominations. They are caught up in the power of the Ancients but do not always serve it.

A storm eternal rises again. It will forge the new age. What will your future bring?