The world grows cold with winter approaching, the dead rise from their graves seeming to be empowered by the cold atmosphere of Seteda. The king of the city of Frien is dead and the Lord Regent had taken up his mantle. Unrest and death spreads like a plague across the land. Will anyone stand against the tide of undead and unite the human race for survival? Or will all be turned to dust and bone?

Null Akran