Nyx sleeps, and recollects the past:

It was a grand day in Ulden Caer. The young King had just returned from a great hunt with his companions:

The party is tasked with the impossible: reconstruct the lost high-magic ritual that bound Balaur into the earth in the first place, and re-cast it, despite not having a Grand Circle of 2,197 epic-level priests to aid them.

Understandably, the problem is vexing.