"…but I…I.. I don’t understand…why must you up and leave? What will going to Belldwin achieve?" Padicum stammered, trying to gather his thoughts together and prevent being sucked into Matara’s narrative.

"How will this free your sister?" Matara gazed back at him with a pitying demeaner that seemed to be glassy and lacking compassion. It was like he looked past rather than at him and was devoid of any connection.

"You just need to trust me," was his toneless reply. Matara then swept past Padicum and hoisted himself up onto Arkanara. The great dragon thrust her massive wingspan toward the ground and began to rise into the cloud-covered sky.

"TRUST YOU?! I’M NOT EVEN SURE WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE!"

In the stillness of a secluded hill, a dark army of trolls and knights remain frozen in time, shrouded in an eerie silence. At the heart of it all, their formidable leader—a dark mage—awaits, in patient meditation, biding his time for the moment of liberation from his eternal prison.

Only one individual possesses the power and determination to change the Dark One's fate: Matara, driven by an urgent mission to save his beloved sister. Time is short, and the Dark One’s freedom is Kessaria’s only chance for survival.

Will Matara betray those he cherishes most in a daring bid to rescue her? Meanwhile, the return of Amira, the intrepid dwarf, to the Dragon’s Breath Inn ignites an exhibition into the North, and back to a homeland Padicum has never known.