You can’t escape death’s shadow.

You thought you were its master, but look at the pathetic, grief-ridden creature you’ve become. You’ve sold your soul, and now nothing can justify the things you did for “love”.

And you? You better keep your mouth shut, or you’ll end up like the little princess, buried deep underground.

After Elin’s death, Avaerin embarks on an expedition to find answers about the other-worldly powers that killed her while fleeing from the shadow that has followed him ever since.

When he arrives at the islands at the border of the map, the eldest warns him about an ancient ritual that unleashes magic in those strong enough to withstand it.

All it takes are some drops of blood and for the violet moon to return to the sky.