Sometimes, a great disaster can be the catalyst of the greatest change.
Long ago, so long ago that those who witnessed the Ashfall still walked the world, the tattered and weary group drifted through the barren wastelands.
The cool morning air filled Yharl’s excited lungs while he and his foreman hiked up Mount Kaia. This was his first big task for the Devler’s Guild.
She clung onto the newly gifted scarf. Her knuckles turned white as she anticipated the inevitable question.
