The third and final installment (probably) of the Dungeons & Dorks trilogy drags our lovable disaster crew—The Crimson Valor, or whatever they're calling themselves now—through the unraveling edges of reality itself.

Things were already weird. Then time skips started happening. Mirrors stopped reflecting. The dog barked at fate and won. Somewhere between a haunted tea party, a bardic dance-off, and a war against their own deleted pasts, the plot remembered it was, in fact, a plot—and promptly lost its mind.

Elias swears someone is reading. Zibberick knows too much. Guido finally gives up saying "oh boy." And yes, everything breaks. On purpose.

This is a book about endings, chaos, and the unlikely possibility that maybe—just maybe—even complete misfits can earn their name.

Even if no one agrees what that name actually is.