They’re stirring again. The signs are showing up in the fog, the woods, and the warehouse. New legends are clawing their way out of the dark — we just hope you’re ready when they arrive.

• Small enough to vanish, bold enough to strike. Don’t follow the lights.
  
• A hunger older than memory. If you hear it breathing, it’s already too late.
  
• Legs for days. No arms. No mercy.
  
• The scream echoes first. The antlers come after.
  
• Something’s draining the livestock again. And it never leaves tracks twice.
  

Watch the Forge. The next drop is closer than it looks.