Once Upon A Time On A Tired Battlefield, War Has Become Routine.

Atropos is a hellish place, a prison realm. At the center of it lies the Neverborn, the first evil, trapped for all eternity. Many mortals throughout history have attempted to free this ancient being, out of greed or foolishness, they open the infernal gates. When the veil is lifted, a piece of reality is devoured by Atropos, condemning all souls, both innocent and guilty.

In these barren lands thousands of soldiers are locked in an eternal war. With shovels and sweat the trenches are expanded with each passing day. Forks, spoons and other objects are gathered and thrown in the great furnaces to supply the frontlines with fresh bullets.

For the common people of this land, their destiny is somewhat darker. Death is awaiting over every hill, behind every rock. Starvation is running rampant as the cursed lands birth no crops. Desperation is turning people against each other, brother murdering brother for a piece of rotting scrap.

Others turn to religion and join one of the hundred cults as they try to find a greater meaning for their suffering.

Those few hardened souls who manage not only to survive, but to thrive in this hell, they often make a living as specialists, demon slayers and mercenaries.

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