The epic is lost, magic is a trick of the eyes and disbelief, and heroes, honest, pure, and fallible, are things of the past. Where time and words are split by walls of air, dens of monsters wait for them—but are the heroes of a tale one or many?
In this dramatic poem, Justin T. C. Chadbourn's hero follows a quest in a world where nothing stays the same, yet everything is carved in stone. The past and present collide. The hero, escaping a world of citizens walking blindly, endeavors to save the world of his childhood.
After losing many men to a demon who led them astray to a castle tucked away, the hero vows revenge. He must face all that lies on the other side of the arch to become legend. With The Prosceniad opened, will the worlds find the end of an age, or will the hero conquer the lurking evil?