Magic is eldritch and grand in nature but men who fancy themselves its master have dulled its true majesty. Soon a conflict will come that will require one who can be a true practitioner of magic. A boy of prophecy, who exists on the precipice of life and death, who wields magic like no other. It is he who will en devour on this grand venture and arise to the mantle of the Eclipse

Broken down, warped beyond repair and traumatised he fought on, sacrificing and adapting as need be. He lost so much but now he is past the Nightmare and returned to a world he scarcely remembers. With a broken mind and memories distorted, how will he move forward with his hands stained in the red of so many? How will he make up for his failures? And why is he a child?