Banished by a now-dead king, Timmoran has not set foot in Mennara since childhood. The grass feels good beneath his soles, and the air smells sweet. He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds so familiar, yet long forgotten. For the first time in months, the old wizard smiles. He has come home.

But Timmoran has no time for nostalgia. Already he can feel his enemy moving southward, a wave of corruption and despair in his wake. If Timmoran does not reach Daqan in time, Mennara is lost, and all their efforts will have been in vain.