The world is ended. The sleepless have awoken.

Ireland alone remains. Broken. Ruined. The Old Ones have returned. The Tuatha Dé Danann. Eight billion souls were burned in the ice of their resurrection, and the old gods clawed their way back to the world. The lands are now carved by rage and grief, stitched with magics that whisper and scream and fold into reality. Demons of Irish myth and hell now wander aimlessly, dragged by an insatiable hunger that only one thing can satiate.

Humanity hides and watches and hopes to be forgotten. But something is changing. The world shifts again. The drums of war beat through the foundations of our reality. The gods are rising. Turning on one another. Something strange hangs on the air. Something…deeper.

If humans are to survive, they must close The Scamhoilt, the rift, the scar left in the world. But how to seal the scar of the world when Gods are between us.

And All Harm.