The tireless armies of undeath cut through the gathered forces of the living, giving no quarter to any who stood in their way. Units were scattered, communication was severed and leadership was helpless to restore morale. A retreat was sounded and unorganized forces fled through field and forest, blind to what lay before them and far too terrified to look back.

Finding himself isolated and desperate, brave William stumbled upon a clearing surrounding an old weapon. Through the sounds of distant cries and marching corpses the blade seemed to whisper, “wield me and no foe will stand long before you.”