War is at hand, a war none of the Pact expected. A war with ancient enemies long-thought defeated. A war none now alive know how to win.
Blood fills the land, blood of the innocent slain in revenge for a grievance long=since harbored. The more Rothsarien flies to aid the Clans, the more destruction he encounters. Meanwhile, back on his mountain, Wrethrian's long-held plans come to fruition... and much loss.
But there is still a chance, buried beneath the sea. A slim chance held in the hands of the dying Lethien. But can he survive the inferno in his blood long enough to complete the purpose for which he was born, or will the world be destroyed by the enraged, relentless fire of the Exiled?