In the derelict and broken society of the Abyss, people must form new cliques and new groups to survive. While finally getting out of one mess, Jaeger is thrust once more into chaos not by the gods but mortals themselves. While one ripple in the fabric of the city is unweaving, some are striving to stitch it anew. More then just dealing with what lies in the fog, new haunts are finally getting their chance to surface while the fallout of individuals striving for power becomes the very reason even in death others fall.

Clans and Guilds have taken to becoming new factions, new forces of nature, all under the eyes of the gods themselves. Jaeger simply wants to find an out, a reason why all this exists, and to be at the forefront of what comes next instead of simply walking into the grey curtain now ever present beyond the boundaries of the sanctuaries and being thrust into the machinations of someone else.

I could see ripples in the darness. Bombs were falling in the far distance and the sounds of angry steel hornets were whizzing by overhead. What they lay into did not fall. They bled, they screamed, but they continued to run and fight. For every one of our side that fell, one rose in place as an enemy. Friend, family, whoever these men and women fighting on my side of the war were, had feelings. They were human. Those that fell however came to be something else, something inhuman. Machines of flesh and curses. Controlled by the man in black who awaits from his watch towers of his massive citadel. A place with the perfect few of the carnage around me.

Previous portals, places, had been one thing.

I would figure out here how to kill a king.