Whispers from Tír Litha

"He does not know it yet."

Sailors who cross Lake Litha never see the far shore — only water, sky, and whatever moves beneath the surface where the currents run cold.

"The Blight was never destroyed. It was only stopped."

Every Druid alive believes they understand the balance completely. Until Aiden Talmhain.

"It's asking for help," he whispered. And the garden breathed.

The desert is a harsh mistress. The Wanderer Families live by the Way of Fire — a code that demands sacrifice and aid for those in need, for to withhold help from someone lost to the sands would be dishonorable.

"What are we to do, Marcus? He is my only child."