Ruler Boric the Implacable understands death involves all great warriors. He just didn’t expect it to become so damn fickle. Felled by an assassin’s blade, he should be spending eternity carousing in the Hall of Avandoor. Rather, his spirit is bound to his decaying body by the enchanted sword of Brakslaagt. And unless he can hunt down the secret Lord Brand, who gave him the weapon such a long time ago, he’s cursed to wander the planet earth forever as an undead wraith. So begins Boric’s remarkable journey across the Six Kingdoms of Dis like a strolling corpse who would like nothing more than to be disenchanted and remaining in peacefulness. His is not an easy goal: on the way he is burned, riddled with arrows, and almost blown to parts. But when he finally comes face-to-face with Lord Brand, Boric will quickly realize that nothing at all – in life, in loss of life, or among – is exactly what it appears.