I look around this modern world and all I see is decay. The chaos, the lack of order, the way the lesser clans scramble for scraps... it’s pathetic. They’ve forgotten what true strength looks like. They’ve forgotten the glory of the old ways.
But don't think for a second that the past is truly dead. Some of us have been waiting in the embers for a very long time. And when we rise, we aren't just coming back—we're coming to reclaim everything that was stolen from us.