The naturalist who found them called them Tetracera Cryodites. Most who survive know them as our scourge. Where they hail from none now know, and where they dwell no others can. They have swept aside armies, nations, and cities, pushing us to the edge of one brink after another, and then over to a lower level of Hell than we ever thought possible before. For all we can see now, wrapped in her cold, steel walls Ebonmire may well be the last city in the world. Bruisers fight at the walls every day to try and protect us, but as our scourge sweeps in from every direction and food in the city becomes increasingly scarce, it’s clearly nothing but a fight against the inevitable. Today we are the last bastion of humanity. Tomorrow we may not even be a memory.