“Come… come to me…”

Ever since the dawn of Time there has been conflict in Nature. The stronger reign over the weaker. The weaker plot and multiply until they can destroy their masters and they become the superior. For thousands of years Humans have now been the superior, but it was not always so. Once, Humans were slaves to the so-called Night Creatures. Once, Darkness ruled.

“Return to the Night… return to our ways…”

The Night Creatures were hunted, almost to the point of extinction. They fell into ruin and memory. History became Legend. Legend became Myth. And as the Human race grew, the Night Creatures took places among them. Hiding what they truly were, faking humanity. Until the Elders awoke.

“You have grown weak… come, be strong once more…”

The Elders. The Original Night Creatures. They alone are truly immortal, and they have no fear. They despise what their young have become and are calling them. Calling them to return to their old ways, calling the Night Creatures to themselves. They do not realize that their time is over, that they must follow the Natural order of things. They do not realize that it is the Humans turn to rule.

“We are the stronger… we shall survive…”

The small city of Ankija was once a normal city. Once. Now it has become the base for the Night Creatures. Humans hide in their houses while Vampires and Lycans run amok on their streets. War is coming.

“They stand no chance… come… we will reign together…”

Out of the Chaos a long forgotten race has emerged. The Guardians. Aligned to an element, these powerful beings are the only thing that is preventing the Darkness from escaping Ankija and once more covering the Earth. Of course, they cannot control every Night Creature, and more arrive in Ankija every night. The Guardians are not invincible, and not all of them stay true to their destiny.

“They are coming!”