From Introduction:
In the wake of the city’s destruction, there came a wave of monstrous invaders, attracted by the uncontained arcane energies. Chief among them was the unnamed feral god. It came with a hunger unknown to mortal man, its need so painful the swath of destruction it carved through the land could not sate it even for a moment. Could it have destroyed the city itself? But no, we will not think of such an outcome, for it is dire beyond comprehension.
It was the orc wizards who imprisoned this god. They fashioned five magical stakes, each adorned with a different arcane rune, and had their warriors drive them into the god’s five eyes. It took one hundred lives to accomplish, the legends say, but in the end, the god’s power was crippled. It
could not be destroyed, so instead the orcs imprisoned it in the catacombs beneath the ruined city, collapsing all the exits large enough for it to use. If they could not rid the world of this horror completely, at least they could contain it.
This god remains there still, hunting prey in the underworld. Still feral, now blind, its mind incapable of reasoning and intelligent thought. It knows only rage and hunger. Careful looters of the dead city stay well away from its living tomb, but there remains a steady stream of fools who overvalue their abilities for this god to prey upon. Who will it chase down lightless tunnels next? Will it be you?