The war is spreading.
As Tekkinmod and Henry tear each other apart in the Northern States, Pree realises that it is vital to cut off Tekkinmod’s money and steel supply by taking the war to Wessen in the North of Bind.
But as the outcome of the war looks less and less certain, something terrible is happening to the dragons and Weasel and Mistry must dig into ancient histories to find a solution.
The dramatic conclusion to the war tests the friends as they have to suffer the true heart-breaking cost of war and fight to the bitter end to create a new future for the tired world of Dirt.
“You have seen more decline recently?”
“We have lost two dragons to illness that we do not understand. It was three years ago and quite sudden. They lost much of their colouring and grew weak and then the breath left them. We have not seen such a thing before nor since, for which I am thankful.”
“How old were they, if I may ask?”
“One was but forty and the other in their third century. They had no other illness nor were they bitten or affected by accident.”
“You say they lost their colour?”
“Why is unknown to us, but they became grey in patches and their skin was dry and lifeless. Eafa, they looked much like ghosts.”