“I’ll be with you in a moment!” Gale called out, hunched over the desk in his captain’s quarters. He paid no mind to the flashes of lightning outside, the pelting rain, deafening thunder, or the way the ship swayed more than usual. The man was utterly absorbed, once more, in the map before him.

After months of searching, Gale finally narrowed down the possible locations of “The Annals of Karsus,” the tome buried deep with time and meticulously protected. The history in that tome could allow him to reforge a powerful artifact: the Crown of Karsus.

With that, he could become more than a man. He could be a god.

Perhaps he was a little too absorbed in his search. Perhaps his near-obsession would lead to his downfall. Perhaps he should listen to his second-in-command.

But with power so close? Hubris be damned.