The Primordial Lands believed their Lady of Light was dead.

A year of mourning followed—black silks, bowed heads, and a king slowly hollowed by grief. But while the court wept, rot took root. Power learned how to wear sorrow. And in the West, a queen watched the fire fade and decided she wanted what remained.

Tamara does not seek conquest.

 She seeks possession.

To claim the Primordial Lands, she must shatter its king and erase the woman who once bound him to the flame. With the aid of Yez’tal—an ancient sorcerer whose obsession with the Silver Phoenix Shaman has endured since childhood—Tamara resurrects old lies, old oaths, and a past Ath’tal tried to bury.

Because once, long ago, Ath’tal mistook reverence for truth.

 And the fire remembers.

As corruption is dragged from the shadows and ancient evils answer familiar calls, the phoenix stirs—not to save a kingdom, not to offer mercy, but to endure what was never meant to survive.

Some resurrections are not miracles.

 They are verdicts.