Sanctuary was lost . . . the gods had fallen.
For those who survived, a new world awaited . . .
For some, it was a world filled with hope; its soaring cliffs of red granite a natural barrier to the Rift and the horrors within.
For others, there was only fear – and nowhere left to hide.
And for the One Elf, there was no escaping it . . . the Rift. No matter how deep he went into the wilds of the new world, he felt it . . . its rhythmic pulse a summons he could not ignore.
Nor could he ignore what had been forgotten . . . and what he had lost in the Black Door.
After nearly a century, hiding from the harsh reality of what the universe had become, he had to face it once more . . .
The endless road of pain and suffering was taking him back . . . back into the Rift.