Dallas.

This is a place for those who see things others don’t. Who see diamonds in the dust. Those willing to walk between worlds for what they believe in. There’s something in the earth here that conspires to help those who make the leap — who give themself to the frontier. How else can you explain this city sprouting out of a barren land? Something lives underground here. Something the locals only spoke about in hushed voices behind closed doors.

Back then it was guarded by the old Gods, the Wolf and the Snake. By the instinct that guides a Wolf’s nose and coordinates packs to move as one — both a harbinger of death and the pure embodiment of animal life. And by the patient, cunning of the Snake: hiding, slowly slithering, waiting for the moment to deal that one deathly blow.