Between the desert plains of Karesia and the icy wastes of Ranen, there once lay the kingdom of Ro. Its men and women worshipped the One and he was much pleased with them. His armies were strong. His lands were fertile. And his people prospered and grew ... complacent. Their enemies saw they were unwatchful. And the armies of the south fell upon the land like rain. Such a fate it was that befell Haran. Now the Red Prince can only brood upon the downfall of his people, cut off from his own city by the army of the Seven Sisters. Until the arrival of the one man who can wield the sisters' power against them.