in an abandoned forest, where two fools guard the ruins of ancient cities, stories unfold without words

speed of undead movement outside the window: ⭐️⭐️☆☆☆
mortality: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️☆
chance to enter the portal: 10%

instrumental tracks — they’re lame: they mean nothing really, just whispers of the undead, creaks of abandoned castles, and post-screamo screams of dwarves, woven into a noise collage