Kaelen knew the truth that the councils ignored: Alaloth would not stay in the shadows forever. The shards of the god's power—the artifacts of the First Age—were being unearthed.
The Four Kingdoms were in chaos. To the north, the Dwarves of Karak-Hohn had shuttered their mountain gates, suspicious of the shadows lengthening in their deep tunnels. To the east, the Republic of Larastir struggled to keep its forest borders from being overrun by the twisted remains of those who had ventured too close to the rift. The humans of Edrath were fractious, their lords more concerned with ancient bloodlines than the impending god-fall. Alaloth.Champions.of.The.Four.Kingdomsv.2022.09...
His journey took him through the Desolation, a wasteland where the very earth seemed to scream. He fought things that were once wolves but were now masses of teeth and shadow. He met others like him—a disgraced dwarven shield-bearer and an elven sorceress whose eyes burned with the fire of a dying star. Together, they were the Four Champions, a desperate alliance of convenience against an eternal threat. Kaelen knew the truth that the councils ignored: