The dead have no words for the living. Except for Evanne. Evanne is a half-Vhemin bard with a tune for trouble and a heart for heroism. Gifted an ancient suit of armour by a spectral warrior, she's convinced it's the key to restoring justice in a land teetering on the edge of chaos. The armour isn't just any relic. It's a whisper from before the world fell, calling her and her eclectic band across the blasted plaguelands. There awaits the mythical fairy sky city. Their mission? Fix the armour, and the balance shifts in their favour. The catch? It involves slaying a vampire older than history. The creature has outlasted empires and scoffed at time. There's a shadow over Evanne's heart. She fears the necromancer's path - a road paved with the souls of the unrestful dead. Her journey is haunted by fear of becoming what she most despises. Even her closest ally, the warrior fairy Tarragon, fears for Evanne's soul. No safe harbours. No grand armies. Just a guitar that speaks to both the living and the dead. If Evanne can't tune into the melody of courage and unravel the secrets of the sky city, the land might sing its final lament. The stakes? Higher than the sky city itself. If they fail, the fairy city remains a dream, and the land falls deeper into despair. Will Evanne strike the right chord, or will the land splinter into eternal dissonance?