"She steadied her breathing and stood up. It was time to keep moving. The Tormentor would find her again, but she needed distance from what she had done.

The bargain had been struck; the curse had been placed. Her fate was sealed with every step she took towards the south."

The Kingdom of Svaleta stands on a precipice. War is on brewing in the north, with the elven Aliri Empire funding bandit raids across the border. To the south, the ancient forest of Narandir is stirring. Strange beasts are lurking, the body count is rising, and fear is spreading. The king sits in his palace demanding apathy.

In the midst of this gathering storm, Belkai Androva is smuggled across the north-eastern border. The young mage harbours a dark secret as she makes her way through the countryside, but people are starting to notice the trail of bodies left in her wake.

The world is changing, and this mysterious figure may hold the key to Svaleta's survival.

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