The Chronicles of Aeria continue and the kingdom becomes troubled with renewed ill, and despite the intensifying anguish an inexorable malady transpires. While everyone contests the future of the realm, the king ventures in another land oblivious of the ensuing strife.
With the way of the Good Lord increasingly forsaken and drawn into a desperate struggle
of re-establishment, Druids too challenge their own diminutive existence yet, more disturbing and ultimately more terrifying is while they contest, another doctrine skulks; something far more potent than any practice, worship or denomination the realm has ever procreated.
What aspired to be a minute wish rapidly becomes a threatening and engulfing entity. Others fail to realize what their probing has stirred and now poised with drooling maws the Wishling manifests among the unsuspecting of the kingdom thriving upon its insatiable lust for power and death.
Mellakin dreamt of it and only the wizard Arton with his small ineffectual faction are the realm’s redeemers. Unknowingly, one of them possesses the secret to defeat the irreverent beast but will it be determined in time?
