Jake’s journey had taken him to far off places where he had made both enemies and friends. He had spent over 4 months in Xalinor and learned more about its inhabitants, their customs, traditions and their abilities. There were a great many things which occupied his mind, but even after all this time, he had not been able to forget that fateful night when he had narrowly escaped being burned alive at the stake. He was weak back then, a helpless young man who could only beg the warlocks to spare his life. No matter where he went, the memories of that night haunted him, both during his sleep as well as his waking hours. All that he wanted, was to become powerful enough to defeat Malkoth and his men.
‘Malkoth Stormshield’, that detestable name kept ringing in his ears every time he killed an
