old-school first-person dungeon crawler. no endless skill trees, no inventory management mini-games, no 40-hour tutorial. just you, your party, and a dungeon that wants you dead.
lead the ferric wardens into the ashwoods and clear the blood rust. one dungeon, one story, done.
features
the fall
they said the sky grew a seam and bled. comets tore through cloud and choir, burying themselves in the world like barbs. where a shard fell, the land learned a new wrongness. here, the wrongness has a taste: iron on the tongue, pennies on prayer.
the charge
find the shard. unmake it. bring the bleeding to stillness. there will be no banners when we're done, only hinges that swing, plowshares that don't scream, and a quiet forge's breath. that is enough.
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