Ilyan is gone, lost in the end of the war that claimed millions of lives. And changed millions more. With the Vily's freed, nearly half the world has been infected with rotten magic that quickly turned the world into a post-apocalyptic war zone. All thanks to one mad man. So, where do I come in? I'm Ryland LaRue, the son of that mad man. Yeah, the idiot who pretty much destroyed the world raised me, if you can call it that. It would be fitting that my face, along with the face of the few other good guys, would be plastered around the world and blamed for this mess. If it hasn't already. It's all in the hands of a kid with a terrifying temper, the last remaining wielder of fire magic, and a reluctant King. That last one would be me. The new freaking King of Imdalind - Christine S. Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★ - Compey's Reviews ★★★★★