"It's gone..." Jurian began speaking in between pants, "It's all gone..." "What's gone?" Rhys asked once again, firmly and holding Jurian's shoulders tightly. "Vassa...her kingdom, it's all gone." As those words left his mouth, Rhys turned to me. Although his body language seemed to be controlled and steady, I noticed the worried glimpse in his eyes, a worried anxiety he and I had dreaded since Nyx was born. Peace had never been an option. And the cauldron, Hybern, the fights, the war, everything, had just been the very beginning. A year after Rhysand and Feyre son's birth, things seem to pick up a peaceful stride, but a new darkness has emerged this time to conquer what was left unfinished. A new adventure, new lands, new people and creatures.