There is something wicked in the air. Legions move, demons plot, and the world shakes on its foundations. No living thing is safe as the flames that scorched the Wild Reach move ever closer and closer to the realms of men. The Princes of Iron seek one thing above all other things, an artifact without equal from a long forgotten age: the Desolate Throne. The only thing between them and the conquest they desire is a fragile alliance, a few staunch companions, and the Lady Penitent. One way or another, the world as it was known is ending.