Elarion is changing. The air feels wrong. The land is beginning to die. And something unseen is quietly breaking through the kingdom's oldest protections. People are disappearing. Others... aren't waking up the same. Whispers move faster than truth-of a dying king, of power shifting in the shadows, of something ancient marking its chosen. And in the middle of it all- Someone is already winning. No one knows who to trust. No one knows what's coming. But one thing is certain: Elarion is not falling by accident