Born of the wastelands, Spheris Arnadel, a young skilled thief, finds himself subject to a twist of fate when he steals a powerful relic and becomes a Bearer — humans gifted with powers from the Gods. As a punishment for his theft, he is cast into an otherworldly realm alongside other Bearers, where he faces off against monstrous beasts and powerful enemies. Yet, in his determination to return to the Continent and save his dying mother, Spheris is hell-bent on surviving the abyssal world. Even if it means giving his body to the Dark God whose powers he had stolen... even if it means losing all of his humanity.
Duke Bellunder stayed silent. He knew the kind of man Lord Daligarth was, not just because of the things that had been whispered about him, but because of the things he actually knew.
Daligarth was a clever man. He knew how to manipulate people based on what they needed or desired, making them do things for his own benefit, while making it seem like it was their decision to do these things.
He knew it was a risk working with him. But with the matter at hand; the safety of the First Wing, his family name and the entire Continent, Bellunder believed it was a risk worth taking.
"Osric," he greeted sternly.
"Dornis," Daligarth reciprocated, although in a more mocking manner. "Peculiar, isn't it?" he asked with a tilt of his head. "You and I. In a room together. Talking strategies. Working... together."
Bellunder shrugged slightly. "The circumstances are more peculiar, I would say. This is necessary. I'd call it the order of the enemy of my enemy."