Alright, so we’re slightly less f*cked. Not all of us. And most of us only slightly. And not me personally—me personally actually more f*cked, I would argue—but us collectively—the Order of the Magi, you Blissful, the world—all *slightly* less f*cked. You’re welcome. For those of you who are new: my name is Cicero James, and I’m immortal. Technically *The* Immortal, the latest in a long line of similar can’t-die unfortunates who drive something called The Eternal Cycle. I’m a sign the world’s ending. I’m supposed to save it, too, but I’m not the kind of guy you’d usually trust to do something like that. So. Odds aren’t *great* at the moment. But we show up and we try. There’s a lot to catch you up on. Exciting new peril, a citywide crisis, new friends and foes. Deceit and daring rescues. We’re bringing you the whole package. Oh—and monsters. Lots and lots of monsters. And of course yours truly. Dying to tell you all about it.