Özet

In shadowed realms where plague winds howl and moan, Plague Hunters calls, a rogue-like throne, Turn-based tales in dark fantasy's grip, Where survivors and hunters join your fateful trip. Each run a riddle, randomized anew, Levels rise like ghosts from the misty blue, Gather your party 'midst the cursed decay, In a world devoured by plague's grim sway. With art like fairytales twisted and torn, Beautiful darkness where nightmares are born, Battle grotesque foes, bosses foul and vast, Equip potent perks to endure the blast. Shrines whisper secrets, a gamble profound, Luck's fleeting kiss or a curse tightly bound— Venture forth, hunter, in this plague-wrought dream, Where victory's edge cuts on fortune's sharp gleam. Directed by Luc Bernard.