The news leaves Lael writhing in anguish. If he doesn’t do something, the plague will claim her life. But there is hope. Memories of a curative elixir stir in his mind, inciting him to set off on a quest to claim the famed Tears of the Gods .
But he isn’t the first one to try . . .
Others have gone before him, none of whom returned. And although they were mighty warriors, not one of them possessed the burning magic festering in the heart of our hero. Black Soulfire. A curse. One he must cultivate if he is going to have any chance of succeeding in the perilous journey ahead.
But he isn’t the only one with relatives to heal.
Briar, son of the Lightsworn priest, is determined to get his hands on the very relics Lael hankers to acquire. His sisters are wasting away. He needs the Tears, and if Lael obtains them, there will be nothing left for his suffering siblings to drink. That thought alone strikes terror in his heart, driving him to set off after Lael, sword in hand—one soon to be stained with the blood of his enemy.