Being exiled is a miserable fate—even if exile is only a formality. But the pain of losses has faded, training in the underground city of the ancestors is finished, and ahead lies a new goal: for the first time in a long time, not someone else’s will, not imposed by power-hungry risk-fighters or intriguer xorgs, but in the distant Han Empire, the Emperor welcomes envoys of Order and Chaos.
And through it all, shadows of Eire flicker…
It would seem—what does this whole fuss have to do with the poor, gloomy Dragon of Dusk? But there’s nowhere to go: if you can’t turn back, then the Dusk Dragon will go straight through.
And into the Abyss with diplomacy!