The Grey Host does not seek power. It seeks prey.

Drawn to the noise and scent of war, its members gather along frontlines where bodies lie uncollected and patrols grow thin. Some were once soldiers. Others were already living on the fringes before the war began. In the chaos of bombardment and retreat, they find freedom from restraint.

They do not care which banner flies over a trench. They thrive where discipline collapses and where fear spreads faster than orders. As the war intensifies, so does their territory. The more violence there is, the more room they have to hunt.