" destiny ends brutally. "
we live for violent delights.

ACT 004
HOISTED ON A ROPE

THOUGH TO THEM NEVER BELONGED, MAN conquered land. Soon, they turn back running to the foam of waves, underneath which a kingdom lays overrun by monsters forgotten to depths. It was a no man's land for a reason and the filth which sailed it knew not of ownership or valor. The Great Sea was a cruel thread of destiny to rope around the necks of two inseparable Witchers, a bard filled with guilt and a witch wishing for more than it had been wished before.

While the land drenches in the blood spiraling on shackles, from around two necks of Arcapan, the wars linger, threaten; they breathe fire as the mages march for the fight of their Lords. To the sea, in merciless temper, all lives lay their sentence, where the four turn five in search for the legends of old. Many loyal lines will be walked, few count those that never fall.

Guide these damned souls, with fate, oh, wave. Let them not glimpse the green eyes of death.