Auras empowering your body to superhuman position. Invocations tearing the property asunder. The war has arrived.

The necromantic armies are on the warpath and nowhere is safe-even the sanctuary of the flying dungeon has been threatened. The management of almost all the sentient races continues to be wiped out, in support of the people best suited to repelling the advancing darkness come with an intact monarchy.

Cal learns quickly that the principal threat is not the far-off war, however the actions of those entrusted with protecting the populace. As it works out, the thought of using a traveling dungeon being a war machine is quite tempting indeed.

Dale continues to be facing his trials much better than anyone could have hoped for, but when the war takes a turn for the worse, his role is forcibly relinquished. Since his only chance at survival is unpleasant and speedy advancement, Dale must find out if his self-discipline can form into power of flesh.

The distance between your Heavens and the Earth is probably not so far in the end.