In a god-cursed realm where rage is the food of war, Snowlin was already satiated.
Now a prisoner of her father again, she has no choice but to play a gambit for the sake of the people she loves. With only three pieces away from forming the Octa Virga, the Winter King prepares his armies of monsters and humans to overtake the realm and claim it as his own, and crown himself a God. But his daughter lays the chessmen to play one last game of deceit. Who will move first? A pawn can be a queen, but a queen can never be a pawn. And a king who has lost his queen will do everything to claim her back. An alliance like no other forms in Numen to face the inevitable war. The odds knew no favour to the wicked or kind in Numengarth, but there were no odds to favour the wicked or kind as the realm awaits to see which Guardian will remain at the end of it all. Flame or lightning. While eyes are blinded by power, who will lose grasp of it first? The greedy King or the cursed Queen?
