From publisher blurb:
Making it out of the vault with the Artifact was a hard won victory, punctuated with clever riddle solving, intense battles, and fiendish traps. The road back should be Hazard-free except for the occasional robbery attempts by ROADSIDE BANDITS, run-ins with Trailing Mist, or cruel turns in the weather. But your dreams that first night, camped near the faint trail out of the hills, are filled with a slowly building sense of dread. Something is stalking ever closer, something behind you, something that knows what you have taken and is determined to take it back. Something that means you harm. The day breaks, you set foot to trail, but through the day, your eyes are drawn over your shoulder, towards whatever has followed you.
Can your players outrun the Doom that Follows?