Something was amiss.
It had been 3 years since the Kraken Wars. I was beginning to grow listless, lifeless, and bored. For a soldier of the night like me, I pined to relive the nightmare, the loss, the pain, and the bloody tears from my enemy’s eyes. Jerome, I will find you and I will kill you.
And now as the tea kissed me for the last time, a familiar sight returned. Three crows. It could only mean one thing: the Kraken stirs.