You Think You're Unrivaled?

Centuries ago, the Hollow Legion tore its way into the world.

Undead poured out of the Hollow Rift in numbers no one could count, a black tide sweeping south across the continent, swallowing everything in its path.

Entire kingdoms fell in the space of a single season their names surviving now only as ruins half-buried under snow, or as verses in songs nobody bothered to finish singing anymore.

What followed wasn't a war so much as a slow, grinding bleed measured in lifetimes rather than years, until the Legion finally broke against the northern mountains and withdrew into the cold, more exhausted than defeated.

Out of that victory rose the Bulwark of Ash a fortified line stretching thousands of miles across the north, anchored by three great strongholds.

Highwatch Bastion, Drakemoor Hold, and Skyfall Watch. For centuries, that wall had been the only thing standing between the Hollow Legion and everything living south of the mountains.