Night wrapped its clutches ever tighter across the land as Zanter's shadow forces multiplied, driving the resistance into desperate last stands. Each passing day the Light faltered further before Darkness' ceaseless assault. Jason clashed fiercely, but the Shadow Lord's second reign seemed inexorable, despair blooming in his wake. All the valor and myth that ended Zanter's first occupation 500 years ago had been now but a flickering prelude it seemed before true endless nightmare descending.