Carlsbad, CA (June 19, 2026) – Upper Deck, the worldwide leader in sports and entertainment collectibles, is creating collectibles and games based on the hit series The Last Kingdom. As part of a collaboration with NBCUniversal, the collectibles leader will help fans to further connect with the acclaimed show. A trading card set and game will headline the initial releases, with both scheduled to launch later this year.
“We’re always thrilled to give fans new ways to engage with the franchises they love. The Last Kingdom is widely acclaimed and has fans around the world, so being able to release both a trading card set and a game will allow fans, collectors, and gamers to further enjoy the series.” said Travis Rhea, Upper Deck Director of Entertainment Brands.
The Last Kingdom: Destiny is All card game is a new two-player game that focuses on the characters, locations, and themes across all five seasons of the series. Players will take command of either the Saxon or Great Heathen Armies and battle one another to take control of all four kingdoms. Taking turns, players will recruit characters to their cause and position troops to capture strategic locations in hope to turn fate to their side – as whoever can gain territory control wins.
The Last Kingdom trading card set brings all five seasons of the series to life. A 100-card base set spans fan-favorite characters, with an array of parallels available including silver and gold numbered as low as 10. A variety of inserts provide a visual representation of the series, including ‘The Future is Fate’, ‘I am Uhtred Son of Uhtred’, and ‘Born a Saxon and Raised a Dane’ — featuring parallels numbered as low as 10. Fans and collectors can also look for autographs and memorabilia from a number of the top cast members, including map relics and Destiny is All autographs.
The Last Kingdom trading card set and card game are scheduled to release later this year. For more information and to stay up to date on release timing, please visit UpperDeck.com.
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Upper Deck is a global entertainment company creating trading cards, memorabilia, collectibles, games, and online platforms that deliver the experiences collectors crave. Upper Deck has set the unmatched industry standard for quality, authenticity, and innovation, and continues to bring generations of fans closer to their favorite athletes and characters with unique and authentic sports and entertainment product offerings, as well as its digital trading ecosystem. The company prides itself on creating collectibles that produce invaluable experiences for sports and entertainment’s most dedicated and loyal fans, with a goal to deliver excellence to the community across the most coveted properties as a means to develop memorable moments for collectors of all kinds.
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Carlsbad, CA (June 16, 2026) – Upper Deck, the worldwide leader in sports and entertainment collectibles, is now the official home for premium and authentic memorabilia for the USMNT and USWNT. The new license with U.S. Soccer paired with the new U.S. National Soccer Team Player’s Association license expands Upper Deck’s presence in the global soccer collectibles market and extends its growth across sports. Through officially licensed Upper Deck Authenticated memorabilia, fans will have new ways to connect with some of soccer’s most celebrated athletes and commemorate their career-high moments through lasting collectibles, including Upper Deck spokesperson and former USWNT captain, Alex Morgan.
“Upper Deck has proudly supported the sport of soccer for more than 30 years – from our first ‘Upper Deck World Cup’ trading card set that released in 1993, to recently adding Alex Morgan, one of the greatest players to ever take the pitch, as an Upper Deck exclusive spokesperson,” said Jason Masherah, President of Upper Deck. “This collaboration not only reflects the growth of soccer in North America but reinforces our commitment to honoring American soccer’s greatest athletes while bringing fans closer to the team and players they love.”
To mark the start of the relationship, Upper Deck Authenticated is launching dedicated memorabilia collections for Alex Morgan and Trinity Rodman. Each collection will feature a curated selection of signed memorabilia, celebrating both Morgan’s legacy as one of the most iconic figures in women’s soccer alongside Rodman’s emergence as one of the game’s most exciting young stars. As part of the launch, a dual-signed print, ‘American Glory’, will be available, highlighting Morgan and Rodman sharing the pitch as part of the USWNT.
Morgan’s new collection focuses on her time representing the United States. Signed and inscribed jerseys tell the story of her time playing on the sport’s biggest stages as a member of the USWNT, including “2x US Soccer POY” and “123 Career Goals” inscriptions. Signed Team USA Olympics canvas posters, and a signed USWNT warm-up jacket are also featured in the latest drop. As an Upper Deck exclusive spokesperson, Morgan represents a natural starting point as the collectibles leader becomes the official home for U.S. Soccer memorabilia.
One of the most popular and electrifying personalities in soccer, Trinity Rodman’s first UDA collection captures the exciting and historic start to her career. The pre-order launch features several signed USWNT home and away jerseys, as well as multiple signed prints spotlighting significant moments in her career so far playing for Team USA, including winning gold at the 2024 Paris Olympics.
Collectors and soccer fans can find the latest information on upcoming U.S. Soccer memorabilia at UpperDeck.com.
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Upper Deck is a global entertainment company creating trading cards, memorabilia, collectibles, games, and online platforms that deliver the experiences collectors crave. Upper Deck has set the unmatched industry standard for quality, authenticity, and innovation, and continues to bring generations of fans closer to their favorite athletes and characters with unique and authentic sports and entertainment product offerings, as well as its digital trading ecosystem. The company prides itself on creating collectibles that produce invaluable experiences for sports and entertainment’s most dedicated and loyal fans, with a goal to deliver excellence to the community across the most coveted properties as a means to develop memorable moments for collectors of all kinds.
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About U.S. Soccer
Founded in 1913, U.S. Soccer, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit, is the official governing body of the sport in the United States. Our vision is clear; we exist in service to soccer. Our ambition, working across the soccer ecosystem, is to ignite a national passion for the game. We believe soccer is more than a sport; it is a force for good. We are focused in three areas: Soccer Everywhere, ensuring everyone, everywhere experiences the joy of soccer; Soccer Success, our 27 National Teams and pro leagues winning on the world stage; and Soccer Investment, maximizing and diversifying investments to sustainably grow the game at all levels. For more information, visit ussoccer.com/ourvision.
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Artist: Kimberyl Pantoni
As Izanagi walked through the forest, a cool breeze blew his long hair over his shoulders. Leaves rustled on the ground and the tall blades of grass leaned and whispered to one another as the air moved through them. Light filtered through the treetops, forming patterns of shadow and light that danced on the ground as the branches rocked steadily back and forth, swaying gently with the soft wind.
Izanagi took a slow deep breath, but the sight of his surroundings still caused him to tear up. Everywhere he looked, his mind was drawn back to his beautiful wife, Izanami. Everything he saw, they had created together. From the churning seas they had conjured lush and bountiful islands, but for all their natural beauty, they still did not compare to the sight of Izanami.
She had long black hair to match his own and was more graceful and elegant than any being he had ever seen. All the beauty in the world he now inhabited alone came from her. He wiped his tears away as he thought of her radiant smile, a small wistful smile forming on his own face. He would do anything to see her smile again.
The woods were quiet. As he walked along the stone path through the forest, all that followed him was the soft sound of his own footsteps against the rock. The air was growing colder as he continued along the trail. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but now a chill that seemed to come from the inside out pierced him. It was only when he noticed this first phenomenon that he noticed the second.
The shadows were growing darker and thicker. In fact, they were becoming so dark and thick, it seemed almost as though you could pick them up. They looked less like shadows and more like tar coating the ground and rocks. Chills raced down his spine, and he tore his eyes away from the ground to continue looking ahead of him on his journey, but there was no need. He had arrived.
Artist: Aleksei Shatunov
Before him stood Yomotsu Hirasaka, the gateway to Yomi, the land of the dead. Strangely, it was bathed in the heavenly light of the morning. There was a parting in the forest where the gateway stood, allowing the light to shine through unimpeded, as though none of the trees wished to stand too close to the realm of death, all shying away to a safe perimeter.
The archway of stone and wood loomed before him. Moss had begun to grow along the aging wood. The bells adorning the gateway tolled softly in dissonant tones as another cold breeze ran across the landscape.
Izanagi’s eyes were glued to Yomotsu Hirasaka. He looked not back. He would see the land of the living again. Taking one last deep breath of fresh air, he moved forward, putting one foot in front of the other as confidently as he could manage. As he approached the entrance to Yomi, images of what awaited him on the other side coalesced out of the murk.
The atmosphere was a deep red. Cobwebs and bones piled like boulders lined the sides of his path. Still, he continued towards the foreboding realm. As he passed through the threshold of life to death, he held his breath. Though no physical sensation accompanied his crossing, he felt a deep sense of unease throughout his body. He kept his mind solely focused on Izanami. He would see her again, no matter the cost. One step at a time, the light of the world dimmed, its warmth too scared to follow into the realm of the dead.
The green vines and roots that had run along the ground in the world of the living had become a scraggle of dried up and dead wood in Yomi. The splintered wood reached out like blades at Izanagi’s ankles, forcing him to walk slowly, lest he have his blood drawn by the realm of the dead, even when every instinct was screaming at him to run.
Artist: Adrian Virlan
Though he could see, it felt as though the darkness was suffocating him. Everything before him was bathed in a blood-red light. He tried to imagine the green leaves of the trees swaying so joyfully before him just moments ago, but he could not. All he could see in his mind’s eye were barren and dying branches, devoid of all life. The world before him consisted entirely of red and black, and it precluded his mind from remembering any other color.
After what seemed like a lifetime, he reached the bottom of the stairs, the vast expanse of Yomi spreading out before him. Thick clouds drifted across the skies, some low enough to caress the tops of the dilapidated structures that littered the realm. The ground was muddied and foreboding. There was not a single rock or solid space of which one could get a comfortable footing.
He scouted the area ahead of him, meticulously attempting to plan out the best possible route. Deep down, he knew this was a futile endeavor, and he was just procrastinating moving any further into Yomi. The stairs leading back to the land of the living were still right behind him. He could just turn around.
His thoughts of leaving were overpowered by thoughts of Izanami. He had only just arrived in Yomi. What horrors had his beautiful wife been suffering all this time? The more he thought about his beloved wife, the stronger his will became. It seemed not even a place as cursed and squalid as Yomi could wring out true love from one’s heart. His resolve renewed, he set forth once again.
Artist: Adrian Virlan
The mud below him pulled at his feet, slowing his progress. As he trudged along, he realized he had no idea how to navigate Yomi, let alone where Izanami could be. It didn’t matter. He would find her. He continued along, passing a building with a collapsed roof.
As he traveled, he couldn’t help but glancing behind him every so often. It was impossible to shake the feeling that he wasn’t alone. Yomi was the land of the dead and yokai after all, and he had yet to see one. He continued along, passing a building with a collapsed roof.
The journey was beginning to take its toll now. It felt as though the mud was all but holding him in place, and he had to pry each foot away just to take one more step and have it be stuck again. He must be getting close. He continued along, passing a building with a collapsed roof.
His stomach growled. It was impossible to tell how long he had been down in Yomi. Part of him was scared to know. His lungs burned and his throat ached for water. His mind and heart never strayed from Izanami, but his body was betraying him. One small break wouldn’t hurt. He leaned against a building with a collapsed roof to take a rest.
“If you’re not careful, you could spend eternity wandering around down here,” laughed a voice.
Izanagi was jolted upright from his slouched position. He looked up to see a floating head with long white hair smile down at him. The yokai had wrinkled red skin and massive incisors that were more like tusks jutting out of its mouth. It floated in the air about ten feet away from him. Izanagi’s eyes met the yokai’s own, which glowed orange, the first color he’d seen since arriving in Yomi that wasn’t a shade of red or black.
Artist: Patricia Pria
“Who are you? How long have you been following me?” he asked pointedly, eliciting another laugh from the yokai.
“We have little use for names here,” the yokai said, its voice quivering with laughter, as if everything it said was the setup to a hilarious joke that it could barely get out, “but I suppose you may call me… Imoy, if you would like. You caught my attention the third time I saw you trudge past that same building.”
Izanagi’s shoulders sank. He resisted the urge to look behind him.
“Tell me stranger, what have you come to Yomi in search of?” Imoy asked, smiling even wider.
“I…” Izanagi began but trailed off. Should he really be talking to a yokai about his troubles? He glanced around. It was clear that he was lost. He may have no other option. “I know you said you haven’t much use for names here, but I come in search of the one they call Izanami. Do you know her?”
Imoy burst out in laughter, making Izanagi immediately feel like he had made a bad decision.
“You must be Izanagi!” Imoy said, floating closer. “She told me you’d be joining us. Although I must say, you aren’t half as handsome as she described. I was worried I had been following the wrong person.
“No offense,” Imoy added after a bout of giggling that made it feel rather disingenuous.
“You know Izanami?” Izanagi asked excitedly, all sense of worry and suspicion being replaced by relief. “Do you know where she is?”
“I can take you right to her,” Imoy said, somehow smiling even wider. “Just follow me!”
Imoy didn’t await a response. The yokai turned and began floating away. Izanagi followed as fast as he could, though the mud still pulled at his feet. The speed and ease at which Imoy could drift through the air made it difficult to keep up. Though he had more questions to ask, Izanagi had not the breath to ask them as he scrambled after the yokai, frequently tripping and stumbling through the decay.
Though he couldn’t ask questions, Izanagi made sure to pay careful attention to his surroundings as he followed Imoy. The last thing he wanted to do was get lost again. He noticed that they passed the stairs that led him down to Yomi. He had set off in the complete wrong direction at first. He would not repeat his mistake. He took a mental note of every turn they made so he could find the exit again himself.
Before long, they came upon a river of what Izanagi could only hope was water that simply looked red due to the nature of Yomi itself. The banks of the shallow river winded towards a decaying three-story structure surrounded by dead foliage. Upon arriving, Imoy beckoned Izanagi inside. There, he came upon a hearth with meager offerings. Faint whispers beckoned him to partake. Their shadowy voices replaced the emptiness in his stomach with a pit.
“Why not have a quick bite to eat before seeing Izanami?” Imoy suggested. “You must be starving.”
Izanagi shuddered at the sound of Imoy’s voice rising above the chorus of whispers that haunted his ears. Izanagi stared at the food. It sat at the base of the hearth where a small fire still crackled. The light of the fire dispelled the red and black look that the rest of Yomi had in a small area around it. The food looked delicious. Appealing. The opposite of everything else he had seen in Yomi.
“Where’s Izanami?” Izanagi turned to ask Imoy, but he was gone. Izanagi’s heart skipped a beat.
“Izanagi?” a beautiful and familiar voice asked tentatively.
Artist: Kimberly Pantoni
Izanagi turned to where he heard his wife’s sweet voice. She was standing in a doorway, silhouetted by shadow, but he could see her long beautiful hair.
“My love,” Izanagi said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I have finally found you again. Come to me, please! Together we will leave this place.”
“I cannot, dear,” Izanami said, her voice sweet despite the gravity of what she was saying. “For I have eaten of the food of Yomi and now must remain here forever. It is my only wish that you would join me here. You and I will be happy together in this place. Please, dine with me.” Her hand, still obscured in silhouette, gestured to the food by the hearth.
“We will find a way to get you out, I promise,” Izanagi said, holding out his arms. “I have been so lonely without you. I just want to see your smiling face again. I can think of no more beautiful sight.” When he didn’t get a response, Izanagi put his arms down and began walking to his wife.
“Come no closer, I beg you,” Izanami pleaded.
Izanagi stopped. “As you wish, but I must behold your beauty again,” he said as he bent down to the hearth and removed one of the flaming logs, holding it up as a torch.
“NO!” Izanami screamed as the light of the torch swept across the room and dispelled the shadows from her.
Her once pale and beautiful skin had necrotized into a ghastly white. Cracks in her dead skin ran along her face, putrid sores of yellow and red contrasting against the deathly white. Maggots crawled from sore to sore, burrowing and making home within her rotten flesh. Her brown eyes had rolled over white, bloodshot and bulging. Long and yellowed fingernails adorned her thin bony fingers, and she threw up her hands to cover her face.
Artist: Sandeep Karunakaran
Izanagi staggered backwards, appalled at what had become of Izanami. Horrified, the torch slipped from his hand and hit the ground, casting Izanami back into shadow. The flames from the torch quickly caught on the dead and decaying wood of the rickety building and fire began to spread.
“You’ve ruined everything!” Izanami screamed, her sweet voice now a screech.
Terrified, Izanagi turned and ran as flames consumed the room where they stood.
“After him!” Izanami screeched, giving chase herself. “Do not let him escape Yomi!” A host of undead women emerged from other rooms, furiously sprinting after Izanagi.
Izanagi ran as fast as he could, but like in a nightmare, the mud of Yomi was clinging to his feet, slowing him down. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see the building where they stood just moments ago collapse to the ground in a ball of fire, spewing embers and smoke around it. Izanami wasn’t far behind him, leading the charge of undead women. He could hear her screams of agony and rage as she chased him.
He jumped over the shallow river, stumbling as he didn’t quite reach the far bank. The water stained the bottom of his clothes blood red. He tried not to look down and kept running. Was it a left here or a right? A right! He could see the stairs leading out of Yomi ahead of him. He had almost made it.
As he ran up the stairs, the screams of Izanami and the other women behind him echoed off the tight walls, making it impossible to tell how far behind they were. His gut told him it wasn’t far. He would not risk a look back. A stumble here would spell his doom.
He could see the light of the world trickling through the gateway now. The sight redoubled his effort. His legs burning, he burst through Yomotsu Hirasaka, back into the land of the living.
He hadn’t yet time for relief. Quickly, Izanagi grabbed a stone and laid it across the entrance of the gateway just as Izanami approached, forever sealing her inside, and breaking their union. Husband and wife stood face to face, separated only by the thin plane of life and death.
“You have abandoned me!” Izanami wailed, “After swearing to always be by my side. You have chosen the world we created together over me. For your insolence and betrayal, your precious land of the living will suffer! I will kill one thousand a day!”
“You are not the same woman I made my promise to,” Izanagi said sadly. “However many you kill, I shall birth five hundred more.” And with that, he turned and walked away, for there was nothing more to be said.
As he walked away, the curses and threats of Izanami faded away. He proceeded back through the forest, his head hung low. This time, he did not notice the beautiful patterns of light and shadow made by the leaves of the trees. He did not hear the birds chirp their songs or the wind whisper its secrets among the grass. Izanagi walked solemnly until the land yielded to the ocean, stripped of his tattered and stained clothes, and descended down the sands into the gentle embrace of the sea.
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