The line between Savior and Destroyer becomes blurred as Mikial fights to free the world of Me’Auk from human occupation. On guard against a treacherous alliance with Earth, Mikial is blind to the danger from those she trusts most. They see the monster rising inside her, and will stop at nothing to prevent the return to a darker age when Throne Empresses ruled with an iron hand. As Mikial realizes the inherent danger, she must face off with the deadliest foe she has ever met—the tyrant within.
The sun burst across the Kiorannan plains in colors that pulled a gasp from Mikial’s lips. It appeared as if the entire sky had spread itself apart in presentation of a dawn like none other before it. An exultation of Creation Itself. Field hawks gave voice, and the tall grass bowed in reverence to the majestic opalescent orb. “Beautiful,” she cried out in disbelief, tears flooding her eyes. “Everyone look...so beautiful!” She glanced around. “Where are you? Why can’t you see this? Please! Someone see this with me!” Desperate, she lurched to her feet, or tried to. Mikial looked to her arms and legs, and found them fused to a great black throne.