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The world is not ending with a whimper, but with a discordant, agonizing shriek.
In the heart of Stillwood Hollow, the ley lines are no longer humming; they are hemorrhaging. A "thinning of the veils" has allowed a mundane reality to infect the magical realm, spreading like a gangrenous rot that turns lush forests into petrified husks. This is not a mere change in the seasons-it is a systematic unraveling of the cosmic tapestry.
Enter Morwen Stonemoss. A Satyr of "morbid elegance," she is the sole Sentinel of her kind, a "Lament-Keeper" uniquely attuned to the earth's spasm of agony. But Morwen carries a secret darker than the blight itself. Deep within her resides the Bacchic Ravager, a primal entity of anti-creation and ultimate chaos that whispers of a "delicious surrender". The Ravager doesn't want to save the world; it wants to shatter it, promising that true freedom only exists in the "infinite freedom of the void".
Morwen is not alone in this waking nightmare. She is tethered to a fractured fellowship.
Together, they must hunt the source of the breaches-a cult devoted to a being of anti-creation, whose rituals are "perverse blood-keys" used to dissolve innocent souls into raw, corrupted energy.
As the blight rises and the sky itself begins to fray, Morwen must decide: Will she heal the world's wounds, or will she become the predator she was meant to be, setting her friends free through a "final, exquisite act of annihilation"?
Step into the laboratory of the unmaking. The ritual has already begun.