The sound of gunfire echoed across the battlefield, mingling with the roar of monsters. The monster wave, the recurring calamity that the North had long held at bay, came as it always did. Yet this time, it was different. This time, the horde had changed.
The monster wave had come, but this time, the monsters felt wrong. As if stitched together from the worst fears of men.
Beasts of different shapes, sizes, and unnatural abilities surged together in one massive tide. Like a malformed hand, it reached out to crush everything in its path.
The knights of Stellhart, the proud shield of Norvaegard, met the wave with steel and fire. Their newly forged arquebuses thundered, sending lead into flesh, while the Thunderspears rained down massive metal balls.
