On the banks of Dusk River.

Dark clouds loomed in the skies, and chilling winds swept across the ground. Violent black waves jumped and leaped through the river, raging with the howling of ghosts and incorporeal things that went bump in the night. Mysterious monsters rose and fell along with the currents.

Everyone believed them to be the evil creatures from the ancient Dusk Tomb, and that only power from the Dusk River Sacrament could seal them.

This was the day of the ritual, the most important day in Dusk Province. All of the prefects, city lords, and heads of major factions were gathered by the river. Sacrificing offerings wasn’t enough; combined prayers and the fervent wishes of the crowd were required to complete a ritual of this m...