What is Dathion's power? He calls to it, a devastating tool to be used, his secret edge. But why does it not always listen?
Something is rising, a power born of formless shadows, it can destroy not only the mortal shell but eradicate the very memory of what it touches; though a mysterious gift opposes it, a force woven from life and death; the collective experience of countless generations gifted from the afterlife, the very fabric of creation channeled through a boy...
A thousand years of peace have rusted the swords and dulled the readiness of the scattered races. The shining realm of Asillia maintains an ancient promise, to watch and be ready. For they will be the first to face the stirrings of evil, just as it was a millennium ago. In that ancient time, fires of courage kindled from the breast of men ignited embers of hope in the other races. Now, when hope is needed once more, the king sends his son. Only Dathion, heir prince of Asillia, can deliver the warnings to the members of the Ancient Alliance and convey the importance of their need.
If he fails, Asillia stands alone...