Deep within the frozen realm.
There lies a passage known to few.
Enchanted walls of the glacial tomb guides us past the iron guards.
Grasping towards the blackened sky.
Twin columns of burning light appear.
"Dikeptor, you are invoked by the gods.
The son of eternal dawn.
The sole bringer of madness.
The answers you seek are enshrined in the stone.
Beyond the wall of desolation.
Beneath the altar of eternal flame."
Onward through the city of Vernile.
The rivers flow with blood, the temples have turned to ash.
Struck down by the infernal march.
Scaling the frozen wall, the ice begins to shatter.
The chilling screams of death echo through the void.
Endless forms of violence now manifesting.
Beyond the wall of desolation.
Under the altar of eternal flame.
The slaughter marches on.
Extreme retaliation.
The unholy cries of anguish.
Lead us to the shrine.
A celestial power emerges from the stone, the blood of the serpent now drips from the moon.
When steel meets flesh the damned will be purified.
The dagger reigns in fabled wrath.
The force of destruction declines into the cryptic void.
The moon glows crimson.
The mountains shattered.
The forest screamed.
And the darkness fades.
Beyond the wall of desolation.