Brotherhood, the word has grown to be little more than a distant echo in Thenrik’s ear. The ones given to him by nature were lost long ago, and the ones he made on the field of battle now live in this illusion of peace. An illusion that Thenrik has no desire to disrupt but has never been able to find his place in. The boom of industry is sweeping across Fenolor like an insatiable fire. Magic has become a singular term to muddle together the use of divine senses as foreign weapons of never-before-seen lethality promise to change the landscape of warfare forever. And at the heart of it all stands a boy bearing the same Sight that Thenrik was cursed with so long ago. 
Is it possible that another Shepherd has been born to the world by the mighty Iatomni? Could it be that Thenrik has stumbled into a brotherhood just as profound as the one that was broken so long ago? And has the time come at long last for them to stand against the very beings that gave them breath? All these questions and more Thenrik must answer as he attempts to unravel this riddle.