The Tablets of the Four. Ore. The Fall

The Dark Mage saw dreams again. In them, the Force nearly left him, but it was enough to save him, protect him from falling, and hold him in her embrace. The one who belongs only to him. From now on and forever. The defeated serpent, dropping its burden, slinks away with a vicious hiss. The bowstring that loosed an arrow into its scales is still ringing. They are near—and only the roar of the Ocean testifies to their vow. But this dream won’t let his soul rest. On the contrary, Ereye loses control—his Force spills out of its bounds, nearly destroying the city. In his sleep he casts spells without realizing that this could ruin not only the capital, but also him. Waking up, Ereye is barely alive. He feels sick and can’t tell where he is. The only thing that matters to him is where is the priestess Vikki—where is the one who swore she would belong to him only, from now on and forever? She’s gone. All that’s left is weakness and pain. If it goes on like this, the advisor will have to leave his Emperor, return to Argoss, and remain there until the Dark One regains control over himself. Ereye understands: the dragon from his dreams is a harbinger of catastrophe that can destroy his world. He knows he must save not only the girl from his visions. His Force must serve not only the Emperor. But how can he help others if the Dark One himself doesn’t even know what’s happening to him? How to save a world that chose war? And where will the main battle against evil take place? Ereye has seen the place in his dreams. But he had no idea what to do with that knowledge. Could it be that their doom is coming just because the Dark One can’t master his Force?