"They told us the ancient machines we dug out of the earth would protect us. They were wrong. The sky bled red, the earth shook, and in a single night, the kingdom fell. We don't know if the King survived, and we don't know where the Champions are. All we know is that the castle is wrapped in a shroud of red malice, and the monsters are coming. Weeks ago, Central Hyrule was a bustling kingdom; today, it is a graveyard of smoking stone and rogue mechanical stalkers that hunt anything that moves."
The rumors flying between the survival camps are terrifying. They say the Chosen Hero fell defending the retreating forces. They say Princess Zelda is still alive inside the castle, holding back the purple storm with nothing but her bare hands and a fading prayer, but no one knows how long she can last. The prophecies failed, and the grand armies are gone. No legendary knight is coming to save your village. If Hyrule is going to survive the winter, it’s up to the people left standing—the blacksmiths, the scouts, the squires, and the outcasts.
Grab your pack. Draw your steel. The smoke is rising on the horizon, and the howling of Bokoblins grows louder with every sunset. You have a rusty sword, a hunter's bow, or perhaps just the heavy hammer from your family forge. But you are still here, standing on the edge of the wild, and the world cannot wait for a miracle.
Who will you become? When the Blood Moon rises, and the monsters knock at your door, will you fade into the mist, or will you stand and carve out a new legend? Hyrule is dying. Get on your feet, pack your rations, and look to the horizon. The world is yours to save.
Logi sisse.