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The stories are told to you every night. The elders pass on their knowledge to the children in case tomorrow is their last. Humans once ruled this land in ignorance of the powers around them. We believed ourselves the pinnacle of evolution. No one was above us, and those below us we ruled. Then the bell tolled. A great sound that ripped across the world, followed by an earthquake, and then the demons. Monsters of the black voids. Bodies of spikes and fire. Every horror ever imagined but worse. The majority of us were killed instantly. Slaughtered in the street without a chance. Angels? They were as cold as the demons. Humans were just the casualties of war to them. They only cared about winning their war with the demons. Those that made it past the first weeks had to find safety in numbers. Hiding amongst the wreckage, our only way to fight these beasts was together. Though it never felt like fighting to you. It felt like hiding, scavenging, and starving. You hide with your collective in the cannons of the drowned pass. Hunting in packs. No one knows who your father was. Your mother has been dead these last four years. Just another lone survivor dragging out the human extinction and tired of it. These days grow long, but you are pushing on for the little ones. Taking the risk every day to forage and hunt. Through luck and skill, you keep coming back. Avoiding demons and angels alike, you are the hunter they all depend on, so every day finds you walking the high cliffs of the Drowned Forge and sometimes beyond when the need is dire.