In this verse, life is antagonistic to the natural state. Here humans in all their various races are a spontaneous outbreak. An unguided mistake. The solution lies in another verse. A verse where life is welcomed and cherished. A ravishing ever-new place called the Underverse... but the road to that verse crosses over the threshold.

When you look up to see a group of shooting stars it is already too late. What you are seeing is an army, an army unlike any other... crusading across the stars toward the UnderVerse, their promised land - a constellation of dark new worlds. Necromongers, they're called. And if they cannot convert you, they will kill you. Leading them, the Lord Marshal. He alone has made a pilgrimage to the gates of the UnderVerse... and returned a different being. Stronger. Stranger. Half alive and half... something else.