High on a crag above a village swallowed in darkness, a castle keeps silent vigil over the evil that has consumed the land below. Its towers strain skyward as if trying to escape the darkness themselves, and the wind howls between the spires with destructive fury. In a single illuminated tower room, a man sits alone and dying, his hand resting on a softly glowing orb, his mind retreating from the relentless blackness into memories of better times.