<b><i>For 312 years the rotstorm has blighted the ruins of the Ferron Empire. </i></b><i>Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.</i><i>On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil ¿ </i><b>eyes sharp, blades sharper</b><i> ¿ defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm¿s corruption.</i><i>But behind the stormfront, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.</i><i>Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?</i><i>***</i>As the children of the storm carve a bloody swathe across the Northern Marches, the whitestaffs ¿ the Protectorate¿s healers and sages ¿ have fled, retreating to their island citadel of Riven. Their withdrawal has weakened the realm, and worse, their absence is a death sentence for Flor¿ daughter Marta. Skein-sick, Marta wastes away from