Publisher's Synopsis
Homecoming takes you into the world of Theia, where Gods battle for the fate of the world.
Azaar started at the sound. A thin figure appeared from the gloom. Eldridge bent to one knee, pulling Azaar down as well. The figure resolved into a skeletally thin man. An ancient death mask hid his face from view. "Master," Eldridge acknowledged.Bone-chilling cold radiated from the man. Azaar tried to suppress a shiver as another quake rocked the cavern. Azaar gasped for air as centuries-old dust rained down from above. Tears streaked his face, fighting to wash away the grime. Near panic, the young man felt the oppressive weight of the earth above him. "See what your recklessness has wrought!" the Master rasped. He lifted Azaar impossibly from his feet. Like a rag doll, he held Azaar aloft by one spindly arm. Helpless in the iron grip, the young man was turned to witness a creature from nightmare stirring in the mist. "Behold, the lychwyrm, Macoroth," the Master intoned. "Held in eternal slumber by song and script. May he never wake. Lest the world be brought to ruin!"
