The end is nigh.
For months, Arcangelo has evaded capture in World of Chains. He's outwitted his real-life adversaries at every turn, made them look like fumbling amateurs, and built a foundation to protect himself and his found family.
But the web is tightening. From every direction, hunters are closing in. For now, it's only whispers. Shadows at the edge of the Dawnlight Forest. Yet even as Arcangelo forges alliances and strengthens his defenses, the threat never sleeps.
A reckoning is coming. Not a battle—a war. One that will reshape the very surface of Aeion, corner Arcangelo in his den, and drag him screaming to his own personal hell.
Can he and his allies stand against the coming tide? Or will they drown in a sea of blood and fire?
Genre: GameLit
For months, Arcangelo has evaded capture in World of Chains. He's outwitted his real-life adversaries at every turn, made them look like fumbling amateurs, and built a foundation to protect himself and his found family.
But the web is tightening. From every direction, hunters are closing in. For now, it's only whispers. Shadows at the edge of the Dawnlight Forest. Yet even as Arcangelo forges alliances and strengthens his defenses, the threat never sleeps.
A reckoning is coming. Not a battle—a war. One that will reshape the very surface of Aeion, corner Arcangelo in his den, and drag him screaming to his own personal hell.
Can he and his allies stand against the coming tide? Or will they drown in a sea of blood and fire?
Genre: GameLit