A strange wind swept through Hanrahan Town. It wasn't the bitter chill of Hauke's sorcery, but rather the accumulation of thousands of quiet whispers, pained groans, desperate pleas, and heartfelt prayers.
The town had fallen to demons. It wasn't a whispered rumor but a fact that was all but shouted from rooftops. Everyone heard it when the alarm bell at Hanrahan Keep rang out in a single, sonorous peal, just like the bell outside of town rang when the nightmare began. After that, the drums fell silent, and people anywhere near the fighting at the west gate plaza opened their shutters to peer into the night, praying for a miracle.
The miracle never came. Instead, the demon army quickly organized itself before marching through the streets of Hanrahan Town. But once the army began to move, the rumors started to flow…
