Telgora’s cracks grow. Some see light shining through— liberation and freedom for oppressed people across fracturing states. Others see smoke rising from fires of a coming war for control. In the shadow of that smoke hide the Overseers of Watchland. They answer the call of the Chancellor, fix blades against the Lord of the North, empty the streets and waters of Riversbend, surround the Bay of Fangs, and whisper in the ears of old revolutionaries and new heroes. But even in Watchland, cracks show. Few truly grasp the forces threatening Telgora’s foundations. Even fewer believe the old words of Watchland, whose Overseers alone claim to be OVERSEEING EVERYTHING.