Saint of the Shattered Veil

When seasons turn, so too do the fates of men.

Saints burn upon their altars. The drowned rise by the command of baleful curses. And magi, in their arrogance, seek to enslave gods.

In a world broken by war and fouled by the gluttony of kings, hope flickers like a dying ember, trembling in the wind.

Still walks Anya Petrova, the Veiled Rose, her armor burnished with suffering and her mace a bouquet of sharpened roses.

Through catacombs bleeding unholy aura, through hidden shoals and halls of de...