Full game metadata
| Field | Value |
|---|---|
| Steam app type | game |
| Steam App ID | 3368410 |
| Live current players | 0 |
| SteamPulse tracked peak | 0 |
| Live count (today's peak floor) | 0 |
| Price | No longer available on Steam Store |
| Free to play | No current Steam offer |
| Discount | Not available |
| Original price USD | Not available |
| Current price USD | Not available |
| Release date | Coming soon |
| Developer | Wolff |
| Publisher | Wolff |
| Owners estimated | Not available |
| SteamSpy owner estimate minimum | Not available |
| SteamSpy owner estimate maximum | Not available |
| Review type | Not available |
| Positive review percent | Not available |
| Positive reviews | 0 |
| Negative reviews | 0 |
| Total reviews | 0 |
| Steam recommendations | Not available |
| Achievements | Not available |
| Average playtime forever | Not available |
| Windows support | Yes |
| macOS support | No |
| Linux support | No |
| Parent game | Not available |
| Store URL | Not available on Steam Store |
Short description
Roguelike autobattler where you combine and fuse abilities to design your own army. Swarm the battlefield with weak units, dominate with a powerful juggernaut, or take control with global abilities to intervene in real-time. Expand your ability pool with each run and carve your own strategy.
About this game
He, his name be damned, returneth yet again. With army of not men, but monstrosities, Each bearing its own dread, its own curse. In the ruins of his wake, some find meaning. So they speak of him: HE WHO MAKES ALIVE He calleth the fallen to stand once more. By some foul ordinance, he joins soul unto soul, birthing monsters. By chance, or by the very nature of souls, he crafts half-living. With each return, his creations grow stranger, wilder — and unholy beyond judgment. HE WHO RISES The ancient writings tell — he cannot be slain in full. They say he bears the memory of ancient souls — wretched, forsaken souls who once fought on his side. HE WHO KILLS Men who faced him whisper of his might. Some claim he commandeth a force unknown to man — by which he shifteth the tide of war. They speak of curses most vile, of bursts of arcane flame — and how he mendeth and shifteth his abominations at will. Or perhaps it is but a tale, Whispered by old wives. Maybe he doth not exist, And reports are but lies, Maybe our lords are fools, Banners Сalled for naught. Soon, we shall see.
Supported languages
English * * languages with full audio support