WAYFINDERS

Somewhere, an ancient stone dragon is preparing to take flight.

Tiny shutters on the little wooden cottage nestled among the moss on his back swing open. Tiny hands wave from the windows. A pie cools on the sill. Someone reminds everyone to mind the kettle before takeoff.

Ever wondered what it feels like to stand before an open portal?
To smell salt on the wind from a distant ocean, feel cool mist against your face, and see another world waiting just one step away?
Ever wondered what it feels like to shake the hand of a man with fire beneath his skin?
His grip is warm enough for wisps of steam to curl around your fingers.

Welcome to WAYFINDERS.

They’re not heroes. They’re the last people anyone would choose.
They’re exactly the people the world needs.

Entire towns and cities are vanishing without a trace. Every expedition sent to investigate has ended the same missing or dead. With no one else left, the High Chancellor summons seven strangers and asks them to walk willingly toward the same fate. The first man he summons responds by crushing the Chancellor’s hand.
“Next time you ask someone to walk into death for you,” he says quietly, “try asking.”

Their journey carries them through impossible worlds, where every answer uncovers an even greater mystery. And just when they believe they’ve discovered who is behind the disappearances—

One of their own is taken.

The world can wait...

They’ll burn it down before they leave one of their own behind.