Ash and winter descend upon the Empire.
Norroth’s journey to claim the oath has drawn him into a southern court steeped in decadence, where every silk robe hides a blade and wars are fought in whispers. Fearing the worst, Uriel leads the clan south for the first time in their history.
They bring the north with them: cold discipline, iron loyalty, and a talent for war.
But the south is no place for the shadowborn.
They need darkness. Stone. A fortress of their own.
So they listen for what the living cannot hear.
The dead are near. Their voices stir beyond the veil, and their pull is undeniable.
Castle Braith awaits, its banners lost to a ruler long forgotten, its halls surrendered to something far older. No one dares enter.
Except the Devos.
Within those ancient walls lies a truth the north never offered. As the Empire tears itself apart, the Devos must remember Lucian’s warning.
But Norroth must confront what Lucian never warned him of.