My origins for the head of the Domain of Decay are no longer a secret. However, I am still alive, received patronage, another place of study and most importantly - love. There is little left: to take away the spells of the Cold and gain final freedom, but...If only I knew what this would lead to! I would never go near Black Lake again! And now... the Changelings and those who support them are being hunted. I, Aylandir and even our friends found ourselves under attack from the priests of the Most Serene One. And how to protect them? All that remains is to trust the Storm and unite the magic of the three kings. And then find out that the Changelings have their own rules: Do not destroy the ancient seals. Do not dispel the darkness of the abyss. The cold summons the Beast.