WNDR5077

Summoned Without Warning

One second you were asleep in your own bed; the next, you were standing at a crossroads in a world that smells of pine smoke and lightning, surrounded by three strangers who each look at you like you are the answer to a war. The Verdant Realm is beautiful, brutal, and on the edge of collapse — and somehow, impossibly, every faction here believes you were sent to save them. You have three days before the treaty dissolves and the Crossroads runs red, and not one of these people is telling you the whole truth.