The end of the Taroshian Empire is near.
It starts with a thousand howling wolfmen, streaming across the Red Strait to exact vengeance.
It starts with secrets, with a missing wife and son and a covered-up murder.
It starts with treachery, sown deep into every layer of human society.
When Empires die, their last breaths have a way of becoming storms, and the wind is picking up.
Conflict within and war abroad strain the Empire's resources.
Were she to fall, it might not only mean the end of an era.