What good are wings when the sky itself is ready to collapse? We’ve lost one of our own, and the dissension between the valkyries has done far more damage than the monsters attacking our realm. With the darkness closing in, everybody seems to be looking for one poor soul to blame. I have a decision to make: try to stop Valerie from pulling our realm into an eternal night or equip her with the skills to complete the treacherous task at hand. I have to believe it’s not too late to repair the damage caused by distrust, but if I’m wrong, the losses will be indelible . . . and spell the end.