Come with me, time out of mind, into sweet oblivion, beyond the pale of life or death, where in nothingness resides. It is here, in the roiling blood-red fog we find Ha-Tavoh and Ha-Kahir their mortal coils cut short, and yet their story is only beginning. Will the grip of termination hold fast half of our protagonists, or will these fateful traveler return from that distant bourn? And should they return, will they have answers of the ills they bear, or will they only have more questions to puzzle the will, and make dreary their dreadful plight?