Black Sorcerer and Inquisitor of Heresy
In an age when the battle-scarred remnants of history gradually turn to cold dust, I open the ancient texts that record the Outer Gods—blasphemous, maddening, delirious words like the ravings of a lunatic—and within my clouded gaze, my fate begins to emerge.
War will descend upon the world once more. Kingdoms and races shall be overturned and reborn in blood and fire. All living beings will wail for their suffering and fate, and the war shall never end. Beneath the flames of faith and profit, no one is innocent, and no one will be spared.
Listen closely, Jeanne. Beneath my feet lie two paths. On one, I shall abandon reason and follow your justice, offering my soul, for I have become your knight. On the other, I shall curse all things with the madness and hatred of the Outer Gods. The flame shall be extinguished, life shall no longer shine, and all shall drift toward the end in ruin—for I was once a black sorcerer, a madman who communed with beings beyond...