The tide surges, flooding lakes and seas, devouring the stars and rivers.
As the mad spend the money they stole,
as ghouls wail in decrepit warehouses,
as we dance wildly in streets choked with poisonous haze,
O fortunate ones,
the gods lie buried beneath the wasteland...
Woodlands grow beyond the walls of Mansus. Everyone who studies the histories knows:
Mansus has no walls.
Now that the supernatural has become commonplace, the only way forward is through the mist, to accept the knowledge of the Old Gods. We must study forbidden knowledge and unearth our own potential. Only then can we survive, only then can we rule all!
Face the risks and press on without fear.
Though... we should not sail too far upon the River Styx.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
