These great, primordial creatures, too old even for simple comprehension, screamed in their final, fading moments, the ululation of their death-throes oscillating across the ears of all those who ran, like the young Denis Ardeyevich. Hauntingly, they creaked and heaved, as they, one-by-one, succumbed to the raging fires."
It is a world gone mad.
A boy sits upon the imperial throne of Aravarnia, juggling to the fiddle of an immortal sorcerer. In his vision, the Continent con ...