Ten months had passed since the Marrow fell.
The world had changed in ways no one could have anticipated. The barrier that had held the wasteland's prisoners for millennia had shattered, releasing not just criminals but also countless innocents who had been trapped within its grey borders. The sudden influx of displaced souls had sent shockwaves through every kingdom, every guild, every corner of the known world.
And at the center of it all stood Jason.
He had become one of the most renowned adventurers to exist. His name was spoken in taverns and palaces alike, whispered with awe and fear and reverence. He had taken crawls that even the top guilds deemed too dangerous—dungeons that had claimed the lives of hundreds, monsters that had been left untouched for centuries. He had walked into the heart of darkness and emerged victorious, time and time again. The creatures that had terrorized villages for generations fell before him like wheat before a scythe.
