Stopping the demon invasion was only the beginning of the end. It was more than we could take -- the kingdom shattered, scattering its people to the winds, the former glory of Valenthia now just a fading ghost.
We try to rebuild, but our roads are taken by raiders, our swamps overrun with demons, our forests filled with ravenous beasts, and even as we speak the fallen soldiers of the war rise up as undead to join ranks against the living. It is a dark time, and the future is bleak. Only the bounty hunter guilds thrive, the remnants of a broken military, providing the only measure of safety in the land, and only for those that can afford it. I wonder... will you be among those devoured by the chaos that eats this land, bounty hunter? Or will you rise above the rest and be the one that evil comes to fear?