The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months.
What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy?
It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job.
Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . .
Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.
These deadly beasts can't be controlled. The more souls they harvest, the more powerful their god becomes.
Can I stop them before they ravage humanity? Before these monsters and their death-god take over the underworld forever?
