The king is dead, yet his legacy lives on.
For ages, their prison, the mighty palisades have now become a key to their survival. Weary eyes atop the walls remain trained for hints of the darkness that receded to the west. Hidden in both plain sight and in the shadows, forces work to sabotage their modest measure of peace. Do they have more to fear from outside, or within?
The Erlyn calls. The tributes grow stronger by the day. Their return to Vim is nearly at hand.
As forces contend for the rule of the kingdom, powers vie for control over Ryl. Salvation, it seems, will not come without a fight.
The struggle is far from over.
Free from the clutches of the kingdom, yet slaves to fate.
Ryl, the phrenics, and their meager army make for the security of the Erlyn Woods. As the cost of freedom continues to mount, their hold remains tenuous at best. New additions to their army present unexpected complications and danger. Choices that will define the future of Damaris hang in the balance.
The army from Cadsae Proper marches in their wake. Control, coveted for ages will not be ceded willingly. Or without a fight. Outnumbered by thousands, Ryl is forced to choose between defending the tributes or reclaiming a friend, stolen from their midst.
Will his quest end in rescue or revenge?
Whispers of darkness taint the light of change. For better or worse, the kingdom is changing by the moment.
So, too, is Ryl.
