The Diamaar Druid held up his clenched hand, his long slender fingers clasping something small and solid. As he began to chant a ball of fire struck his throat burning his face and igniting his robes. His body was enveloped in a torrent of flames. Then they saw him. In a long black cloak with his hood covering his face, he stood before the raging fire. The Dark Mage. Zallucien let his gaze fall to the floor as his Window to the World began to darken. The time draws near. In the five years since Afeclin, Wolflang and Lenna crossed the Tebelligan border, the Warlord as presence in Marrapassa has strengthened. His trolls and dark knights have inhabited towns and cities, slavery has returned and people are angry and fearful. Adding to their unease, the Dark Mage has grown in power and will stop at nothing to procure the elusive Merdaicur shells. Hope rests on the shoulders of a few. The Scorpius Legion and in particular, the courageous Wolflang, are determined to see justice prevail while Afeclin is sent on a quest in order to uncover the truth. Skills and abilities are put to the test and allegiances challenged as Afeclin learns to hone in his newly acquired gift. An encounter with a gold dragon and mysterious Norvakian Queen could be his undoing. In amongst the darkness and chaos the sign of the foretold chosen one, is upon them. The Ormnhi Moon.