Champion of the Undead

There are things outside in the daylight, things that drive people like me down into the darkness. There are things worse than vampires and ghouls, things far worse than an eternal death in this dreary twilight. There is an old covenant, between great and terrible powers, which keeps those doors shut. The Gates must be opened. The covenant must be broken. The hoards must be released. If there’s any hope for the world of light above, if there is any hope for the night below, those doors must be opened, the covenant must be broken, and I must break them.