Shadow of the Celts: The Throne of Blood

In a remote border town where both Druid and Assassin bloodlines are forbidden, Lorne, an apprentice herbalist, is the most inconspicuous “bloodline impurity.” By day, tavern thugs shove him to the ground. By night, he transforms inside his bloodline space into twin phantoms: thorns coil around his left hand as he commands the mighty forces of nature, while shadows surge from his right, ready to reap with deadly precision. When a tide of magical beasts tears through the town's barrier and everyone falls into despair... The hoe in Lorne's hand hits the ground and becomes a shadow blade. Vines roar up from beneath his feet, instantly crushing the beast tide's vanguard. “Sorry,” he says with a smile as he strides through the blood of magical beasts. “I'm coming clean. Your lives are now in the hands of my shadows.” Far away, atop the royal capital's Astrological Tower, the Loom of Fate symbolizing the Myriad Worlds suddenly shudders. A dim silver thread flares to life, pointing straight toward the border...