It's nighttime, on a new-moon. It's so dark out there, you can't see you own hand. A raging blizzard has come over the village for the last few days, and everybody is confused by what could cause such phenomena at this time of the year. Their questions should be answered soon, because a group of acolytes who had snuck into the town not long ago had now finally managed to complete their ritual. An unholy god was to about to be summoned onto this world. 00:00 sharp, a huge tremor shook the grounds of the town and a furious lightning struck the old warehouse, where the ritual had been held. Ithaq