The war that had been in the air for a long time is now inevitable, from everywhere the armies advance towards the battlefield where already the terrible Haazheel Thorn holds troops ready. Wismerhill (and his companions) continues to ravage the lands of the imperial vassals, that is when he decides to rally to the master of the black moon. The shock of the armies will be terrible, but the master of the black moon is a formidable adversary. The gates of the underworld are open, death dances a slow scarlet waltz. Destiny rings once again at the door of Wismerhill.