Terror now sweeps the land. Men huddle in the streets of Morianis City, speaking of the End of Days. Giant monsters have come to Liantu. A great beast made of walking corpses traipses out across the Red Sky Mountains, climbing its frozen peaks like icey stairs as it wades to the west. A huge, castle-like construct clambers down from the Northern Mountain Wastes, heading southward toward the heart lands. A tree greater than any man has laid eyes on walks from the north west, pushing past the sands of the Al-Corren desert. A nomadic man swathed in rags has decimated a patrol of the western borders, moving in-land without a word.

Strange denizens of the sea push up river from the southern oceans, heeding not their need for ocean waters or their native habitats while even normal animals seem stirred to frenzy by the evil air that permeates that land. Something wicked this way comes and none know from whence will come the savior to stop these terrors.