'It fell from the sky at the height of a storm. The Magus who found it knew not what it was, but through the eyes of an oracle they discovered the truth. It was a weapon – a creation of the darkest magic. Part beast, part man – a black, winged creature with a face of bone. It needed to be undone, but not in their homeland of Ammandorn – lest it bring destruction upon them all. They would send it far away, to where the shadow of the Dark Moon of Perrefiere covered the land.
'But unbeknownst and unprepared, this weapon would re-open the wounds of history – hurts unaddressed and underlying – and a deeply hidden shame that would spark schemes of ruthless ambition, reignite forgotten hatreds, and expose the decay that had long ago eaten away the roots of their society.
'The war of the Immortal had begun. ' (Publication summary)