Meekhan burns with flames. The Empire is torn apart by civil war. In the South, slaves rise up in rebellion. They thirst for revenge for centuries of torment and, in the frenzy of a bloody battle, spare no one. In the North, the Mountain Guard—the force that protects people from attacks by dangerous creatures—gets drawn into a sinister artifact. No one knows how it ended up here or from what time it came. But the northern borders of the empire are now weakened.
Meekhan is drowning in blood. Yet none of those who wage this war yet knows what the future holds for the empire. The gods have chosen this land for their great battle, and soon, amid the fires this slaughter will ignite, human feuds will look like mere scurrying in an anthill.
Meekhan awaits an unprecedented war. Here the fates of all lands will intertwine closely and tightly. Here anyone can die, and only luck—or a blind accident—will help one survive. A great battle is coming, and every one of them must take part.