FORGED IN NEW YORK’S UNDERWORLD,

TRE ROSE NOT THROUGH MERCY—

BUT THROUGH RUTHLESS ANNIHILATION.

HIS WILL IS AN UNBREAKABLE COVENANT OF DEATH.

HIS SHADOW SMOTHERS HOPE.

IN HIS GAZE, EVEN THE BRAVEST FALTER.

WHERE HE WALKS,

THE EARTH TREMBLES;

THE AIR THICKENS WITH DREAD.

EVEN THE DEAD STIR AT HIS BIDDING.

HIS WORDS ARE LAW.

HIS COMMANDS,

UNQUESTIONED.

NOT ONLY THE LIVING FEAR HIM—

WHISPERS CLAIM EVEN THE DEAD SHUDDER AT HIS VOICE.

TRE IS NO SAVIOR.

HE IS THE ARCHITECT OF DESTRUCTION.

BOUND BY BLOOD,

HE LEADS NOT FOR DELIVERANCE—

BUT FOR RUIN.

TO DEFY TRE IS NOT TO GAMBLE WITH LIFE—

IT IS TO BARGAIN WITH OBLIVION.