Across the desert of Capthia walks a lone man, his broad shoulders bronzed by the sun, his bare chest marked by scars long-healed, his feet leaving the heavy imprints of his sandaled stride. His purpose is revenge, and his weapon is hate.
Days of travel ahead, in the sorcery-shrouded city of Aerbenoth, the Dark Wizard sits upon his throne of skulls, awaiting the arrival of the one man who can kill him.