The covenant has fractured. The rope that once bound Ashfort in unity now bleeds with holes, each name stolen by the shadows of the Black Gate. Survivors march across the ash plains, starved and broken, their voices carried only by blood and oath. Kaelen fights to hold them together, his body torn by the cord he sustains. Yet with every step, the Gate pulls closer-an abyss born from Azael himself, a passage into a war not of this world.
When the angel-beast awakens, half silver and half shadow, his transformation will shake the covenant to its core. The Gate does not ask for survivors. It demands them. To save Ashfort, Kaelen must choose: anchor his people in the dying world, or unleash Azael into the abyss, dividing the war across two realms. The rope stretches, the names burn, and the silence waits for all.