It is the 27th year of the enlightened times, and Napros is besieged on both fronts. To the east, the brutalized king-worshipping slaves of the Khosroshahr rally their armies, their infernal cannons and griffons tearing the city apart from above. To the west, the steel legions of the Nikelo Dominate pound against the city walls with their acid throwers and hellfire spewers, yet, the city stands. It is said that Napros is the obsidian city, for it has never once fell predation to the whims of outsiders. But John Theodoukas knows the truth.  Napros will fall.