A luminous dome rises above the rocky walls of the Lands of Ringston. Within it the dark past of the world fills with anger and rage Rashalden, Lord of Darkness and the deposed embodiment of a fallen order that once ruled over the balance of the world, nourishes a hatred for the human race and is preparing to reconquer his lost kingdoms. The rumor of the sad Sire's return is rumbling, from the plains of Ciampes to Sandhia, the elf city nestled in the roots of the forest...and his former worshipers gathering around the dome. Jarwin of the Kalmerils, Prince of Ringston, is still too young to understand the stakes involved with the games and plots being woven - his lack of concern is equal only to his flippancy. And yet he will - unwillingly - get involved in the legend and discover that everything he ever believed in, including the existence of his own family, the Kalmerils, is but part of a gigantic ploy that could mean destruction and chaos across the world. Strange visions, a Vampire queen come for vengeance, a vanished people, a heavy secret... The religion of the elves describes the nine other dimensions they say surround us. It is at the heart of our world that the wound was struck, but it is in the Netherworld that the Lords will face each other.