Before the Evolution there was TorBane: technology that infused human DNA with cybernetic matter. It had the ability to grow new organs and limbs, to heal the world. Until it evolved out of control and spread like the common cold. The machine took over, the soul vanished, and the Bane were born. The Bane won’t stop until every last person has been infected. With less than two percent of the human population left, mankind is on the brink of extinction.
I’m a wizard but my magic has been killing me since the day I was born. I’d see a doctor, but ancient curses aren’t really covered at medical school. Instead, I’ve spent my life crawling through catacombs and chasing rumors of arcane relics — anything that might lead to a cure. Recently I learned of a mask that once belonged to the witches who cursed me. It could lead me to their lost temple, but there’s a problem. My fiancée, Lara, found it first, and her boss isn’t one to share.