For 312 years the rotstorm has blighted the ruins of the Ferron Empire.
Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.
On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil — eyes sharp, blades sharper — defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm's corruption.
But behind the storm front, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.
Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?
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The land is gripped in a claw winter.
The rotstorm has breached the walls of Undal City.
The children of the storm have claimed the Northern Marches.
The deathless mage has been unchained.
The dead god hunts again.
And Floré will raise her gauntlets against them all.
