June 6th, 2666 was a day that is imprinted in every human being's minds. It was the day 'they' invaded. 'They' came without warning, completely catching humanity off-guard. 'They' were stronger than we thought possible. 'They' were armed with weapons we can't begin to fathom. 'They' massacred countries. 'They' hunted humanity to the brink of extinction. 'They' knew we were afraid, but 'they' made a mistake. 'They' allowed humanity to, in the last desperate struggle to survive, create what 'they' were perceived as. We created monsters. We became stronger. We have created hope. We started to fight back. We destroyed the bases 'they' occupied. We captured specimens and weapons 'they' used. 'They' are strong, but we are adapting. We are humanity's last line of defense. We will defend humanity to the last breath. Some call them devils. Some call them gods. Some call them the end. They call themselves the "Necroinfernum." We call them the "Lurkers." Some call us heroes. Some call us murderers. Some call us fools.

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We call ourselves the "Sentinels." They call us "Hunters."

In the struggle between humanity and the race we know as the necroinfernum, chaos befalls Earth. During the chaos, there is born a human child on the darkest hour of the darkest night. His name is Nemesetz'ah Karumeth, an orphan left in the middle of the streets. Our story starts 17 years later in a small human town named Nemid.