For eight hundred years, the Withering has crawled across the globe, absorbing the land, the sea, the sky. It has driven nations and refugees ahead of it, spawning wars that left field of the dead to be consumed by the ceaselessly-advancing shadow. Not a boundary between life and death, but between life and something far worse.
One tiny empire is all that remains of the world. Tainted winds whistle through unoccupied cities, barren wastelands, bringing the scent of inevitability to their gates. Countless missions have been mounted over the centuries to discover the source of the Withering, but none have ever returned. One humble monastery has studied its corrupting energies, though. Twelve monks, accompanied by one unusual pangolin, journey across the boundary and into the heart of the apocalypse.
Those lands devoured by the decay are far from empty, however…
And they hunger.
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Withering is a dark, mid-apocalyptic mix of anthropomorphic fantasy and horror. An entire planet lies transformed by the twisted, corrupting influence of the Withering, where life and death have no meaning, and only one small group stands between survival and extinction.
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