Before the great wars, before the gods were named, the land had to be taken — and someone always had to pay for it.Four generations ago, the Fir Bolg came home. Refugees who had crossed a sea they had no right to cross, carrying nothing but the memory of what Ireland once was to their ancestors — and the stubborn conviction that it could be theirs again. They cleared the plains, divided the provinces, and built something worth defending.Now the Tuatha Dé Danann have arrived. A new people, strange and formidable, claiming the same island by a different right. Neither side is wrong. Both sides are armed.What follows is not a clash of heroes. It is a negotiation conducted in blood — over land, law, and the question of who gets to decide what a people are worth. Sreng carries a shield and a lifetime of loss into the field. Nuada leads a nation still learning what it means to fight for something other than survival. And between them, on the plain of Mag Tuired, a wager will be made that neither side fully understands until it is too late to stop paying it.The Debt of Moytura begins here.
