From the Dragon Lords themselves to the ever elusive Dragonkin of Shil’vikas, tonight the sky fills with the sounds of reptilian wings on the wind.

From hell walk the dark ones, a race of survivors, twisted souls bent by an immortal will. Demons live and die on the whim of their betters, they are a race of war and corruption. Those damned to the Endless Abyss are doomed to the most grueling form of immortality.