Twenty years on from the dissolution of the ancestral monarchy and the bitter civil war that followed, the white stone city of Nahol lies peaceful. But while mortals vie for power, the magics that comprise the very world of Enai begin to stir.

Amidst the gathering storm, rebellions and alliances are sealed and broken, gods cast lots on warring nations, and ravens whisper prophecy into the ears of druids. The renegade blade rises from ash, to burn through the endless night as fire.

It’s the year 2147: a time of enduring peace on Earth. The Last War ended half a century ago. We can cure most ills, the air is pure, and teleportation is how we get around. Sounds great, right? So why does everyone suddenly want to kill Joel Byram?

Prophecy sends Brand Wilde to sell his smoke apples in Minian. Dangerous upheaval in the mountains, and a growing evil from beneath them has him seeking answers. There is darkness ahead despite the fire bound within him.