You’ve been sent to the Moldering Wall—the last bulwark that keeps the dead of the Everdeath Marshes and the Necropolis from spilling into the living lands—because a fresh crack has appeared in its ancient wards, and since then the marsh has begun to call to the grave. Tonight, you’re not here to mend what’s broken; Asuwa’s wardens and scholars are racing to learn what the crack means and how far the damage spreads, while you and a handful of defenders hold the line in the shadow of the wall’s slick stones. The dead will come in waves from every direction—mindless hordes that claw at whatever is closest, and colder, smarter horrors that ignore you to hammer the wall itself—until either dawn breaks, the wardens find answers… or the Wall gives way.