These, are the nightmare chronicles of the mythos, where the cost of survival is paid in fear & madness. Here the monsters are not just things in the dark, but the land itself, the gods above it, and the hungers buried inside the folk who tread it. Across Vandeerus and Thanator, spirits, plagues, and inhuman intellects gnaw at the edges of reality while doomed warriors and wanderers learn too late that some ruins should stay buried and some doors should never open. This is the cold vein of Primal Horror; merciless, creeping, and inescapable long after the story ends.