You can hear it whispered on the cobbled streets of the Old Quarter, in the murmur of the ocean by the docks, echoing down abandoned, candle-lit subway tunnels. It’s like an ancient spell or a mumbled recipe, a spark that lights the melting fire. They are gathering, they have awakened, and now they must serve their forgotten master. Do you, like them, seek enlightenment or power untold? What are you willing to sacrifice to the God-King?