From publisher blurb:
The omens bled ink across the heavens, black tendrils of writhing cloud eclipsing the twin moons of Karnaxos, twisting the sky into a gaping wound. In the land of Thalaris, where the ancient ruins whisper with the voices of the dead and the soil clings hungrily to those who dare trespass upon it, a power long thought buried has risen anew. Kharoth the Eclipsed, a name once spoken only in hushed fear, has emerged from the catacombs of forgotten lore, bringing with him an army of the damned and the willing. With his emergence, the land itself writhes under his cruel dominion—whole villages are swallowed in the span of a night, their people either enthralled or turned to pale husks, devoid of will, their eyes pits of unending night. He has taken the Citadel of Vyreth, a fortress of iron and bone, once a seat of resistance, now a monument to his ascension. The great houses of Karnaxos stir, wary of this festering power, yet too fractured by their own ambitions to act as one. It is in this turmoil that you find yourself, standing at the precipice of fate.