On a desert plain, in the desert winds, death approached from the south like a ghost...
A MAN.
Taken by death; returned in ashes,
With a tale of revenge on his lips.
A BOY.
Cast out by his people for wrongs he never committed,
longing for a chance at redemption.
THEIR FATES.
Intertwined by chance; forged by the gods.
Into the depths of Tarraz they go.
Behold, the Knife of Sorrows...