Two thousand years have passed since the epic explosion of the Valleur Throne. After employing the golden seat as a weapon, Torrullin enters the invisible realms and drags the Darak Or with him, thereby gifting the universe a time of peace. Now there are multiple signs of approaching doom plaguing worlds everywhere. A new threat rises on the cursed horizon. It is time for the Sleeper Sword to awaken. Torrullin is ready to return to Valaris, but cannot exit the invisible realm without aid. Samuel is Torrullin's kinsman, and his fate is forged to the greatest sorcerer the cosmos has ever known. He swears to hold his hand out to Torrullin, to feel the blood of kin. The old players gather for a renewal of the fateful games. This time, however, the duel between a father and son will wound many, including Valla kin. Torrullin needs to build a relationship with his grandson Tannil, the new Vallorin, save Fay from hell, rescue Saska from captivity, and find the means to end Tymall. Their duel will reverberate throughout the universe. In an endless adventure of urgency and drama, the on-going saga of Torrullin's role as saviour is as a sharp as the sword he wields and as blunt as his acerbic tongue. Wherever he goes someone will be hurt. To love him is to be ruined, to hate him is to be ruined. Dreams of sacrifice haunt him. Perhaps true catharsis lies in the realm of dreams.