Within the shadowed depths of a forgotten crypt, bound in ancient vellum, lies the sorcerer's grimoire. Carved upon its leaves are secrets of immense force. Each rune whispers of magic, waiting to be unveiled by adept hand. To peruse its contents is to venture a treacherous path, for the grimoire holds all the truth and corruption of the arcane. A

The veil between worlds is thinning. Disturbing things are happening. Gone are the days of Traditional hauntings and predictable ghosts. Now, a New breed of paranormal entity stalks our Dimension. They Manifest in ways we Barely Grasp. These entities are Elusive, their motives Inscrutable. Are they Harbingers of doom? Or something Beyond our ken?