The Wyrm awakens,
In the deep places,
In the wind blasted wastes,
In the seas of debris and rivers of poison,
Its twisted minions hiss and roar.
Already the war has begun.
The werewolf tribes,
Once Gaia’s only means of defense against the Wyrm’s servants,
Break apart like old bones.
The time for secrecy has passed.
In the cities and the forests and the sacred places….
Beware my children for the Wyrm comes for you.