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The Sleeper is Awake
Two thousand years have passed since the epic explosion of the Valleur Throne. After employing the golden seat as a weapon, Torrullin enters the invisible realms and drags the Darak Or with him, thereby gifting the universe a time of unprecedented peace.
Now there are multiple signs of approaching doom. A new threat rises on the cursed horizon. It is time for the Sleeper Sword to awaken.
Torrullin is ready to return to Valaris, but cannot exit the invisible realm without aid. Samuel is Torrullin’s kinsman, and his fate is forged to the greatest sorcerer the cosmos has ever known. He swears to hold his hand out to Torrullin, to feel the blood of kin.
The old players gather for a renewal of the fateful games. This time, however, the duel between a father and son will wound many, including Valla kin. Torrullin needs to build a relationship with his grandson Tannil, the new Vallorin, save Fay from hell, rescue Saska from captivity, and find the means to end Tymall. Their duel will reverberate throughout the universe.
In an endless adventure of urgency and drama, the on-going saga of Torrullin’s role as saviour is as a sharp as the sword he wields and as blunt as his acerbic tongue. Wherever he goes someone will be hurt. To love him is to be ruined, to hate him is to be ruined.
Dreams of sacrifice haunt him. Perhaps true catharsis lies in the realm of dreams.
This is a powerful prologue and revealing all of it here gives too much away, but know this event in the long grass is the beginning of horror for the world Valaris.
There is more to this Prologue, but it is a lengthier than normal one 🙂
Yes, the team returns to Valaris … to fight a war already fought …
“A tale of humanity and the deception cast upon them to keep the diminishing immortals from their memories.”
This is the tag-line created by Eeva Lancaster of The Book Khaleesi – says it all for The Infinity Mantle!
The man stands uncertain before the precipice. He cannot trust, cannot take that leap of faith. It is dark below, black as eternal night, and he is afraid of what lies in those depths. She steps up to him, in the end the only one who truly knows, and takes his hand. His fingers are cold, deadly cold. Grey eyes, blue eyes.
Lowen’s vision, fourteen years after the Enchanter entered that other invisible realm
Your salvation lies in the courage to enter that temple of dreams, torn soul. Offer it up, all that you still have hidden in your deepest recesses, and look with an empty vessel into that abyss.
The Ymirian Rosenroth on the Enchanter’s dream
This short story was a ‘part’ in Lore of Arcana, which was completely removed, and yet it explains quite a bit about Millanu’s reason for returning to Valaris …
After ages of war, a Rift is opened between realms. The Valleur choose exile and peace over war and death. Choosing to rebuild and renew, they start over.
But, after millennia, the Rift opens and ancient loyalties are again put to the test.
This is what happened between their then and their now.