Fucking curse

Arathon has barely managed to acquire Shadowbane and save the world from magical tyranny before someone is already after the sword again. And it's not just anyone, but Ald Brightmane himself—in his own words, a legend among rulers of all time. The greatest, the smartest, and the strongest.

The problem is that Shadowbane is once again nowhere to be found, and the whole situation needs to be handled delicately, lest the madman declare a war they would surely lose without Shadowbane. Arathon must therefore act before the world turns into one giant pile of sharkan shit.