Synopsis
On the brink of war, at the cusp of prophecy.
The peoples of Garth have survived unparalleled horror in ancient times and lived through recent catastrophe. Memories are long and hearts are bitter during a relative peace that has lasted for nine-hundred years. A peace already disturbed and about to be shattered. The races are growing insular and a new name is forcing them ever apart. Zendor will stop at nothing in pursuit of his birthright. War is inevitable.
A very old name works in the shadows to prevent a prophecy that threatens the precarious peace. The powerful are manoeuvring. The races are unaware of their fate. A handful of individuals stand against the tide of destiny. Majik returns to Garth and may well destroy it. Oh, but to be a sentinel - that is something else entirely.