Something unseen has begun preying upon those who travel the lonely paths of the Wyrm’s March. Hunters vanish from familiar trails without a cry, scouts fail to return from routine patrols, and caravan guards are found days later in places they could not have reached alone - brutally torn apart and barely recognizable. No tracks remain for long, and no ordinary beast claims the dead. Travelers speak of something that does not simply kill, but follows. It lets lanterns gutter, lets whispers crawl close, and lets its victims glimpse just enough of its shape to understand they are being hunted. While survivors whisper of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the lantern’s glow—patient, deliberate, and cruel, as though it savors the fear it awakens before the final strike.

After dark, strange lights flicker across the March, and shadows stretch at twisted angles that do not match the ground beneath them. With fear tightening its grip on every road and hillside, the people of the March call for heroes to uncover the truth behind these disappearances and confront the cunning horror that hunts from the darkness before the Wyrm’s March becomes its feeding ground.