Events at the port-city of Cartaduan come to a head. One half of our heroes are trapped and the oth-er, powerless in despair. Overhead, The Myros Comet flies ever closer throwing the colour of blood into the sky. One last time into the fray. Stilian's black heart will be tested. Scores will be settled. New uneasy allegiances are forged and sharp reckonings arrive pointedly. The world awaits like a wolf at a meaty feast. Even as our heroes set out into unknown waters they must remember. Some blades were made for battle. Stay sharp or die.