Monsters wake. Glass shatters. And Thrazo is the poor bastard left paying for it.

All the orc sellsword wanted was ale, a bed, and a night without getting stabbed. Instead, a nightmare clawed its way out of a tavern alley and nearly tore him apart—until witch hunter Elijah Lynton, stepped in, bound him to an obligation he never asked for.

Now the hunter has come to collect. The job: a village drowning in swamp water, mirrors that show the dead, and fiends wearing the faces of the long-buried. There’s even a witch tangled in the middle—though whether she’s the cure or another curse, no one can say.

Elijah hunts like Dion himself is watching. Thrazo swings his axe and tries not to drown. But debts don’t vanish. One way or another, this one’s getting paid.

Witches burned. A village in fear. Secrets buried in ash.

When veteran Witch Hunter Elijah Lynton arrives in the remote village of Mullingen, he expects a simple theft investigation. Instead, he finds a smouldering pyre and a stranger wearing the seal of his Order.

Something is wrong.

Mullingen is hiding more than stolen heirlooms. The pyre was meant to cleanse the village—but it burned something innocent instead.
As Elijah hunts for answers, he begins to suspect the greatest heresy lies within his own faith.

Not everyone who claims the light stands in it.

A cursed town. A buried god. A hunter running from more than witches.

When a quiet hamlet begs the Order of Dion for help, Elijah Lynton is sent to root out the source of a supposed witch’s curse. What he finds is far more dangerous: ritual markings, whispers of flesh-bound devotion, and a fanatic cult trying to awaken a long-dead deity.

Elijah knows he can’t walk away.

Service to Dion is all he has left. It is penance. It is purpose. And he’ll see it through. Even if it damns him further.

As madness stirs beneath the soil, Elijah must face a goddess born of blood, an informant he cannot trust, and a ghost he thought he’d buried for good.

A boy’s curse. A salted offering. A hunter on the edge.

When Witch Hunter Elijah Lynton arrives in Naitoria, he expects to silence a child’s cursed tongue. Instead, he uncovers rot in the heart of his own Order.

Something ancient stirs beneath the chapel’s stones. Something that remembers him.

As old cults emerge from the shadows and the lines between faith and heresy dissolve, Elijah is forced to confront the sins he burned away.

And that some truths can’t be silenced, just like some faiths cannot be saved.

A dying lantern. A stolen name. A town built on forgetting.

When Witch Hunter Elijah Lynton rides into the remote hamlet of Morva Hollow, he expects nothing more than a night’s rest. Instead, he finds an ancient Lantern that refuses to burn.

The villagers claim the Lantern once protected them—that so long as it burned, something was kept at bay. Now it has gone cold, a child has vanished, and her name is slipping from memory.

As Elijah investigates, he uncovers a generations-old bargain and a terror that feeds on absence itself.

And in Morva Hollow, death is not the worst fate.
Being forgotten is.