War makes us all monsters and corpses. For generations, the bloody ruled the Wasteland, bandits prospered, and ordinary people suffered. Black Thorn, once a notorious criminal, decided to stop them and put an end to the great game that is suppressing them all. The Crucible is the only remaining fortress of the Bloods, but it is not called the City of Kings for nothing. Its defenses cannot be penetrated, its walls cannot be climbed, everything is built so that a hundred can fight off a thousand. To make matters worse, Black Thorn is running out of time, and the darkness underground threatens to turn the city into a tomb.