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  1. Map
  2. Prologue
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"You're going to help me find this hidden city, trader," Bartolo said.

"Bladesinger, I might as well tell you," Hermen said in his thick, guttural voice.

"Tell me what?"

"The prince… I've only just found out," Hermen took a strained breath. "Jehral doesn't know, but the prince is no longer at the hidden city. Jehral is going to have to travel further and take the women to where the prince is now. You don't need to go into the desert; you'll be able to catch up with them there."

"Where?"

"Prince Ilathor is with his men in Petrya, at the town of Torlac. The Hazarans have invaded Petrya."

Bartolo let the trader go and Hermen crumpled, putting both hands to his neck as he recovered. The bladesinger turned and levelled his eyes at the men of the city watch, their swords still held in front of them. "You," he said to their leader, "has Petrya been invaded?"

The officer glanced at Hermen before looking back at the bladesinger. "Yes. The news is fresh, and not many know, but yes."

Bartolo turned back to Hermen. "If anything happens to them, I'm coming back for you."

Bartolo turned and walked away, ignoring the watchmen. He needed to get a message to Miro, to tell him what he knew, before he prepared for the coming journey.

Bartolo was going to Petrya.

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PRIMATE Melovar smiled to himself, gazing out from the tallest balcony of the Imperial Palace as the Akari were paraded through the streets of Seranthia.

Dain Barden Mensk walked at the head of the vast host, his gaze stern and unyielding. Behind him were a dozen necromancers and a single company of living Akari warriors, tall and beautiful, their blue eyes exotic and fearsome against their pale skin.

Behind the living came rank after rank of the dead. Eerily silent, the revenants walked like normal men, but there was something about their stilted gait that wasn't quite right. There were so many of them that even the Grand Boulevard, the great avenue that led to the Imperial Palace, was filled from side to side and the column of grey-clad warriors stretched to the end of the longest street in Seranthia and around the corner.

Few of Seranthia's residents had turned out to welcome their new allies to their city. Melovar had even seen some of his priests and templars make the sign of protection when they'd seen the white eyes of the draugar. No matter. They would be thankful enough when the lands from the Great Western Ocean to the Tingaran Sea were pacified, and there was peace throughout the realm. Never fear, Melovar wanted to tell them, he would cleanse the world of lore while using lore to do so.