He was entirely too tall, built with the kind of broad-shouldered, lethal grace that made the air around him feel dangerously thin. His hair was as dark as the shadows he had just stepped out of, falling in unruly waves around a face carved from harsh, unforgiving angles. Scars traced the edge of hi

The Obsidian Court was less of a settlement and more of a graveyard for a forgotten empire.

As Seraphina followed Silas through the dense, twisted canopy of the Deadwoods, the trees suddenly gave way to a massive, sprawling cavern carved directly into the side of a jagged mountain. Inside, the rui

The makeshift laboratory in the depths of the ruined Obsidian Court was little more than a hollowed-out stone chamber, but to Seraphina Vance, it was a battlefield. She stood over a cracked slate table, her hands moving with practiced, rhythmic precision as she ground dried wolfsbane and shadow-root