"Dreams are such fragile things. Nebulous wishes oxygenated by slumber. You enjoyed a taste of your dream. Now I will turn it into blackened ash." So the Father of the Gods is alive, and Gaia kept it a secret from me. Not only that, but the Earth goddess is now ashes in the wind, and it's up to me to figure out how to resurrect her. As the solar eclipse nears, the trees at Wildwoods curl unnaturally, but the senate...