A World Holding Its Breath
The news outran horses, it outran hawks.
Before dusk had settled over Aurethia, every royal court had heard whispers that soon became certainty.
A Seven-Finned Being had appeared.
King Dorian Montgomery himself had engaged it.
Including Jay Snow, the titled general of Bentram Kingdom whose blade had ended wars before they truly began, had joined the battle.
Neither had prevailed. Worse still, the creature had taken someone.
Thane Ironforge, the cursed beast called him Seal Breaker.
No one understood what a Seal Breaker truly was, but everyone understood the first half of the message.
A Seven-Finned Beast is roaming freely in the continent.
And that alone was enough to rob kings of their sleep.
Within Bentram's royal palace, servants hurried through marble corridors carrying sealed decrees.
Messengers came and went without pause.
The war room, usually reserved for campaigns against rival kingdoms, had become something entirely different.
