D. Winchester

At the heart of a trackless swamp, a murdered thief claws his way back from the abyss. Who he was is lost to the grave, but not his need for vengeance. Death has not claimed him; instead it's unlocked a darker destiny. This isn't a heroic tale; it's the antithesis.

After its victory over the Count, the Lich’s domain now reaches far from Blackwater in every direction. It has gathered monstrous allies, constructed undead abominations, and enslaved small gods to its cause. However, none of that will be enough to sate its appetites.

No longer a mere lich, Tenebroum has chosen a name, devoured a god, and ascended to godhood itself. As formidable a victory as this was, though, it came at a steep price: its secrecy.

Benjamin's life was perfect. He'd just graduated from college and landed his dream job; he was finally ready to make his own way in life. However, before he could do that, he and his buddies decided to go on one last camping trip that changed everything.

Tenebroum has conquered the south, leaving devastation in its wake. Only a few sparks of light evade the Dread God’s relentless gaze as it shifts toward the desert kingdoms of the north. To stand a chance, these kingdoms will need divine intervention.