Attention, Airmen!

The air crackles, the night twists, and the Witching Hour is here.
Dark energy floods the zone, and only the fearless will climb to the top.

The Hive Carcass, a Bloater whose every wound births more Shamblers, spreads a grotesque cascade of rot and panic. The longer it stands, the more it spawns its minions, turning the battlefield into a nest of its own making.

A roar cuts through the dark, the Warcry Hellbeast. Its screech shakes the air, flooding every nearby creature with a frenzy of speed and hunger. What was once slow becomes unstoppable, a stampede of rage that leaves no time to reload.

From within the chaos rises the Progenitor. Every time it bleeds, it summons Charging Titans to its side, relentless brutes that strike harder and closer with every blow.

Hold the line. Fight the swarm. End the night.