Publisher's Synopsis
"You alone will be my army of the north. Therefore, I name you Legion," young King Ikthos said to the mysterious intruder within his darkened bed chambers.
It was as good a name as any, the man of many faces acknowledged, knowing that the youth was desperate - even desperate enough to make a deal with a faceless devil.
Only recently, Ikthos' father had fallen in battle and taken most of the nation's might with him. Now cut off, with traitors in his courts and invaders on his border, the boy was in need of something much greater than a hero.
For his part, Legion exulted, knowing that there was no refuge from the Silent Unseen, the shadow assassins that had forged him and continued to rule the underworld. Too bad he had burned that relationship months ago, along with all the others. Legion was alone now and ready for any gamble, no matter how hopeless the odds.
Still, he hadn't gone completely mad. Even with his subtle skills and hidden magics, he had no intention of confronting the young king's enemies. One man taking on a nation? Surely, there were easier ways to die.
No, in the end, Legion didn't plan to destroy his enemies. With a little finesse, he figured that they would destroy themselves.
