...In a tower of shadow and stone, a figure touched a corpse brought before him, and it rose again, now a servant forever bound to his will. He had learned to unmake death itself and recast it as slavery. Those who had opposed him for decades crumbled to dust as he erased them from history and from memory. Szass Tam felt no triumph, only satisfaction at the logical completion of a plan executed with perfect patience. The world feared him because fear was the only response that made sense when standing before one who had already defeated death itself and remade it in his image....