Hunter and hunted finally met in the dark alleys of Khoraja, and the streets ran red. Fueled by the devoured souls of his victims, the assassin known as the SON OF THE TOOTH proved a relentless foe, driving Conan of Cimmeria from alley to tavern to rooftop in a brutal, blood-soaked battle. Bleeding and bone-weary, the Cimmerian fought on through sheer savage instinct, and when the Son faltered for a single fatal moment, Conan struck true. The assassin fell. Yet in his dying gaze, something vast and terrible stirred in the star-scorned sky above...
Now, a wounded Conan nurses his wounds in a Khorajan inn. But stillness sits uneasily on the Cimmerian's shoulders, and dangerous company may already be on its way...
