The Leviathan

In a war torn land, the sight of seven black wagons, each covered with the embroidered image of a woman in white, bring hope. Sidrick Clarke has put his family's considerable resources to work, escorting civilians from the war torn North to the Maidenhouse in World's End. It's an odd line of work for a monk of the Synod, specifically created to be a killing machine. But word has begun to leak; perhaps the members of this caravan are not who they seem to be. Perhaps the danger has spread, and it's no longer merely the battlefields of the north that present obstacles. And perhaps the real source of the world's turmoil reaches far deeper than any mere mortal could possibly be responsible for.