He is not the heir of kings.
No prophecy named him.
The last remnant of humanity in a world that has forgotten men.
And he will rise.
The House of Humans is no more.
Deep within the forests of the Northshard, the House of Elves shields itself from the outside world. The House of Vampires, long silent, now roars for blood. The House of Dragons hangs by a fragile thread, its fate wavering. The House of Demons has gazed upon its own death, and in the desert sands of time, the House of Djinn begins to wither and fade.
The Houses of the Northshard now face a new enemy. An enemy they cannot defeat. Not alone.
Only by uniting all six Houses can they hope to survive. But the House of Humans is gone, and without it, the Northshard will fall.
The Humans are gone...
Or are they?
