Folke and Rworg stopped the Kertharian invasion, but victory came with a high price: Mandollel frozen, Finna dead, and magic itself unraveling. The world bleeds mana, and with it, life.
Their only hope lies within an ancient labyrinth of black stone, where space is tangled and time runs wild. Magic thick enough to break minds. Corridors that fold endlessly. And at its center, the wound bleeding the world dry.
Neither the danger nor Lictor's past betrayals will stop them.
Finna deserves to go home as well.