Before the gods fell, the monsters rose.
The world is dying by inches devoured by shadows, overrun by beasts, and ruled by a king whose crown is carved from bone. The Kruul sweep across the continent, their Archons tearing through armies and burning cities to ash.
Humanity is losing. Fast.
Their last hope isn't a hero. It's Thal a Nephilim built for war. Towering, relentless, and burdened with a past soaked in blood, Thal was a monster once... and may become one again.
Drawn out of exile by a warrior with nothing to lose, a mage with too much to hide, and a rogue who laughs to keep from breaking, Thal agrees to guide them through the Shadowfern, the Kruul's cursed homeland. But what begins as a mission of survival quickly unravels into something deeper and far more dangerous.
Ancient weapons awaken.
Old loyalties fracture.
And beneath the snow, something older than time stirs.
Because the blade Ruinaros remembers everything and it wants to finish what it started.