A dark wind is blowing over the Middle Lands. The Council of Five is broken, and all accross the world old powers are rising up out of legend, lured by the threat of a strange yellow glimmer that corrupts the hearts of men and greedily grasps for the great clockwork that runs behind all things.
Atlas Muundir, once the avatar of the world's waters, is cast out, broken, and forced to fight for a world he no longer feels part of, thrust on by new friends and old obligations.
Meanwhile, all around Aqualon old warriors, young prodigies, and ancient orders rouse, sensing the scent of war around them. They come from amongst the broken, legends, and forgotten gods; and mages, technocrats and Null suddenly find age old enmities forgotten, when the very nature of their existence is at risk.
It is easy to fight with your life on the line when you know your soul will be saved. But what would you do if it was the other way around?