Mankind stands at a most critical time. A deserted bell rings over a deserted field. It is a hollow sound, eerie, almost foreboding. It is the bell that one hears in the wake of death or at that very moment of impending doom and danger. It is the toll that brings a chill to one's bones. For when that forlorn watchman on a fortress wall hears that bell through misty currents, and it is like a death-grip unto the soul. It is the bell that echoes...