The Old Days are done. Ours is the New World, an order of magic to unite the courts under the banner of Blood. Our magic is supreme, is hungry, is torn from the soul of darkness and held aloft. Good and Evil conspire as the world turns beneath our feet, and change is in the air. 

It was foretold: like a guttering flame, power drains from the city, magic lost to an unfriendly ether. Institutions shake under storms that dissolve their foundations. Some say the end is near, but for others, the possibilities are just beginning... 

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