Welcome to a world of high fantasy a lifetime in the making–a massive, cohesive story built around cause and effect, where wonder and horror grow side by side as the

The sewers were never meant for this many boots. Eighteen guild members, a druid, and I moved in uneasy rhythm beneath Kreymore, our path lit by flickering crystals and the

“We’ll split into five teams,” I said, standing before the gathered warriors in the courtyard. The first light of morning spilled across the stonework, stretching long shadows behind each of

Ta’ru had returned to his lair, beneath the streets of the city he’d for centuries called home. There, in the comfort of darkness, he found a twisted kind of peace.

Ke'van didn't speak right away. He simply watched me, arms crossed, his gaze measuring more than my stance. I knew the question was coming—had known it the moment I opened

The air was thick with salt and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore as I approached the village just outside of the city, Silver Harbor, nestled along

The emerald serpentine form, all claws and teeth and fury, soared over the desert like a specter of vengeance. The golden sands below shimmered under the midday sun, stretching in

I might have wondered what I had gotten myself into—if I’d had time to think. Master Ke’van initiated an impromptu sparring match just outside the keep. I barely had time

The week passed in a blur of recovery and restless anticipation. Though my body had regained its full strength, my mind remained sharp with purpose. The druids had arranged for