dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · demonic entities · perpetual twilight · high lethality · gothic atmosphere · horror setting
*A chill that has lasted a thousand years settles over the land. The demons are not stories; they are the teeth in the dark. They hunt humanity, drawing strength from every soul consumed, their bodies knitting back together in the blink of an eye. Sunlight is their agony. A sanctified sword, parting head from shoulders, is their only true end. We are the Wardens, a hidden few who stand guard against the gibbering hordes, the persuasive soul-eaters, the fortress-lords, the things that swim in black water, the corrupted, and the six First Corruptions. Our war is eternal. Their hunger is older than memory.*