The world is dead... and for a thousand years, they've hidden. The citizens claim they love Spes, the underground city where they evade the deadly toxins of the surface world, but the walls never end and the guards never cease to watch. There is a longing to escape, and a hope that someday the world might live again. But how do the people know what they are told is truth? How far will they go to trust the unknown, and how much will they fight for that they cannot have?

Rebellion has engulfed the underground world of Spes. Chaos grips the days, battles flood the nights, for the citizens of the city are lost in a reality that is stripped of the worldwalkers’ ancient blood. The Council struggles to maintain the hierarchy with the unexpected transition of the Chancellor’s line, the rebels of the forgotten Columns strike with a fury that cannot fade, and the red priests of the hallowed fields pray that the Great Eye may not blink at the folly of those who have promised themselves to His sight. And still the buried wonder what the old men may scry. And still the cold wind shivers the bones of those who lie. And still the darkness knows ‘tis but the Beyond where spirits cry. For the burning sun and the dead world’s breath are truths cursed to all who die.