ABSTRACT The third legend. The terrible, endless enmity of the Belials continues, covering the earth with human bones, multiplying evil to infinity with dead souls. The darkness is very close. It advances and breathes foul breath, swallowing the sun, leaving behind death and ice, perverting truth and faith beyond recognition. The damned Niad is cast into the abyss of dirt and chokes in its own pain, and the Faceless One scours the snow in search of the truth. And everywhere there is only death and lies.

Darkness treads a black abyss. Darkness will rise from the Heavens. The souls of the dead thirst for revenge. A cry will be heard across the steppes of All survivors... A black wolf prowls through the snow In the light of the deathly moon. He is HER in hell will find...But they are doomed...