XEdie: Too slow! Tell you what -- you make it over the old warehouse fence, brat, and I'll let you live. But first you'll have to -- Denny: I'm over the fence! You said, you promised -- Edie: I lied.
The King is dead, but not the war: for honor, for glory, for the relics of the Shattered Plains. Slave and general alike are bound to the war machine. But the king-killer and his long-dead magic will change everything....