The sandy expanses of Clan Silverclaw have persisted through countless centuries of internal power struggles, holy wars, and foreign invasions. Where many zealous warriors have fallen, only the ghosts of revolutionary spirits lay scattered across the scorching sands. In the lull following civil war and insurrection, the inhabitants of Silverclaw's sprawling cityscapes abide by an otherwise disquieted and uneasy peace. For plenty, the land is nothing but an unnavigable nightmare of blood feuds and sadism.

For the felines of Vos Draemar, it has been home for centuries.

A month after the siege of Saint Gaspard was repelled, House Vigilance commits itself to a hasty relocation that brings Corsair and Ragnar Sedrid into close contact with the aftermath of their bloodline's doing. Upon the coast of Clan Silverclaw, a nation state that spits upon their family name for all the chaos it had sown, the next steps of House Vigilance's international campaign for prevailing change would be realised.

The countless loyal souls of the venerable house must not let their guard slip. The world worsens and, with it, the insistence on dogmatic principle becomes ever stronger. Servants of violent piety seek to avenge their pride lost in the forgotten wars of yesteryear. Government enforcers move to subdue all dissidents with lethal force, guided by the inescapable will of Opulusian might that spans the world.

Unbeknownst to him, Corsair Sedrid has glimpsed something bigger than them all. Soon, he shall realise more than just rebels call Silverclaw their home.