|The priestesses of Phyrra's order have long been healers--but at a price: life, like matter, cannot be created, only transformed. Prisoners of war are brought to them so that their life essence can be drained and used to heal the dying. But one sect of the order, in the highest circles, know that this power goes farther than most dare imagine. There is no point at which a soldier is past healing, not even bones are too far gone. Any who stumble upon a priestess and her haggard warriors will have no choice but to count their life as for the cause, and with each accidental discovery, the Withered Army grows.