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.
Surviving abuse leaves no soul unscathed, and this is especially true of Ptielieren, an elite elvish bodyguard involuntarily integrated into an aversive-heavy culture. Strength can exist absent a ringing victory and weakness does not signify defeat.
