Cosmic bungling has remade the world. Human bungling has killed prophecy. With existence hurtling toward chaos, it seems unlikely that four teens have been chosen to pull things out of this tail spin. Still, Guen has no choice but to try and round them up from the four corners of the known world and get them pointed in the right direction. If she can determine just which way that actually is.
Note: The Wrath of Mool contains some graphic violence.