Story

Under the light of the full moon, the Oracle gathers camellias in her temple. As one flower slips from her grasp, its petals scatter like blood across the white marble, triggering a violent vision of the future: fierce battles and rivers of blood, all under the edge of a Dark Paladin’s sword, who massacres vampires and demons with a terrible and glorious fury beneath a blood-red moon. The prophecy is complete, and the Oracle whispers its words—a terrible burden for her to bear alone.