For Randor, the Lore are a problem, an unwanted disease. After thirty years of chasing his goal, the corrupt king is close; though unable to fully achieve it while the Loric stronghold of Ribena stands. For Cerbera, the king is the problem. A mad man longing for the extinction of her race. A man who fought and deceived many for his throne. A man whose death might ease her grief, if only by a little. For Zifor, the Lore have done nothing to him. And yet he is forced to use his power against them, in service to the crown he so secretly despises. But for as much as he wishes to be free, there is a price for everything; a price he might be unwilling to pay. For Skylar, the walls of Argona offer little reassurance. The prince living on the knife's tip of his father's dangerous game, thus making an offer given by a turncoat adviser all that more desirable; and deadly. For Kuna, far up north in the frozen wastes of the Wilders, locating a dangerous creed of assassins has captured her heart. And her shadowy companion, an Iybrid exiled for reasons better left unknown, carries secrets that might destroy them both. For the dragon who calls herself Inriia, the entire planet reeks of blood. A warning that war is inevitable. And so after a discovery that shakes the world, only one thing is set in stone: Magic will clash, alliances will form and break. And war will be unleashed on the jungle world; a war no one can escape. This is the third draft for this story. Please don't hesitate to comment on things you like/don't like. There will be some topics that might offend a few people, as well as a few scenes that are kinda boring. Chapters every couple weeks to a month depending on when I finish them, so there might be periods of hiatus.