The moon once a constant in the night, shrinks with every passing cycle, its pale glow fading into oblivion. As the lunar light wanes, the world begins to unravel. Crops rot overnight, animals flee in terror, and once-stable lands fracture into chaos.
A strange entity has begun to follow you. You only catch glimpses, shadows just out of view, footsteps echoing behind you when you're alone. It doesn't speak. It doesn't stop. It only watches… and waits.
Rumors spread of someone, or something, tearing the world apart. Villages vanish. The skies darken. Magic warps. Time bends. And deep beneath the surface, in the caves where even the bravest miners fear to tread, something ancient stirs. Whatever you do, don’t dig too deep.
This is not just survival. This is a descent into madness.
The Lunar Descent Team
