The Fates don't spin lies. They weave ruin.

There’s a traitor in our midst, telling the king of my existence despite our best efforts to keep it a secret. And this ominous summons to the palace can mean nothing good.

Because the King of the Gods would lay waste to all of Acaria to get what he wants: Thieran dead so he can take the God of Death’s place as ruler of the Shadow Realm.

And now he has the means. A potion. An ancient ritual. A god killer.

But I did not find Thieran only to lose him, and I will do whatever it takes to keep him alive.

War is coming, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.