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It's been five years since the devastating Last War. The kingdom of Valrea may have finally conquered the last of the Inferior races, but it cost them nearly everything. Their princes were slaughtered by the ether-corrupted Druids, their queen and half of all their people were massacred by the Crimson plague. Their King went mad with grief and ordered a decree. Ether is too dangerous to be wielded freely, he'd said. Human Etherlings were faced with a choice: dedicate their lives to the priesthood and live a life of servitude and celibacy, or die by the sword. Many chose the sword, but most chose the priesthood. As with all stories, there were some who managed to slip through the cracks.
Itori of Idrindis has kept her abilities well hidden, so well hidden, in fact, that Aeran and Rowan have spent months trying to track her down. With nothing but a scant description of what she looks like, her age, and her last known location-which happens to be the largest city in the world-Aeran is forced to call upon an old friend. He has to find her before it's too late, before Xelia gets to her.