The mines are cold, the silence is deafening, and this world is corrupt. A single step is enough to install fear into even the most powerful or most fearless. This blocky landscapes hold the shadow of an error given form. It stalks the air and shade, just out of sight from everything. No structure is safe. Not a village, not a cave, not a stronghold, nothing. It's closing in on all. It's unbeatable, non-negotiatable, everlasting. Whatever it wants, it can't have without injury. It's not a God or Devil. It's a creator. Something beyond human imagination, beyond understanding... and you're standing right in front of its path...

"Turn back now..."