In an age of drifting dust, it is not the realm that is in chaos but the hearts of men
The Thornwood family, sworn to the Skywind Kingdom, has ever been a house of loyalty and valor, every member a hero. Yet fate is fickle: the sole heir to this martial clan spent twenty listless years, the butt of countless private sneers
On the very day he came of age, the scion awakened to memories of a former life
What pains him most is the litany of foolish things he seems to have done—chief among them that he is about to be married as a live-in son-in-law, news already echoing through every alley of the capital
To answer that, he will don the cloak of a wastrel, three feet of bright steel in hand, and set the whole world astir.
