The plague had reduced the city of Berbora to a mere heap of ruins. Tyron nearly drove himself mad with the thought that he was the carrier of this dreaded disease. As he traversed the stricken capital, piles of the dead made him shudder at every turn. Yet, there remained a lone hope for his affliction, one last chance for Tyron to rid his body of its lethal burden. This was a powerful magician, Cuthric, whose abode lay 1,000 miles in front of him, across a land as treacherous as it was unfamiliar. But his greatest concern was the price that Cuthric was bound to demand of him--the severed heads of the sinister creatures known as the "Three."