It started with a curse.

One woman...against three kings and now our world is consumed by hate.

We were born in desperation. One last stand against a disease of the cruelest kind...and now it's time for it to be over.

This is the last battle...here I'm prepared to fall. I've waited my entire life for my sisters; Ever and Rythe. Together we will bring this world to its knees.

I was dead when I was born, given the last spark of life from my mother as she laying dying...and death has become my world.

Death will soon spread its wings...

Death will claim this disease.

Four men stand at my side. Three Hexers...and another.

We will battle.

We will rage.

For we are descended from a Witch.