Angol
I do not know my name.
I do not know how I ended up in a world of broken continents and broken souls.
What I do know is how to survive.
How to fight.
How to kill monsters with a precision that borders on magic.
My memories are gone, stripped down to ash, but my body remembers things my mind cannot. Training. Instinct. Violence refined into something lethal and elegant. And beneath it all, a relentless drive to uncover the truth of who I was.
One man stands in my way.
Veyyr.
His magic is unlike anything I've ever encountered, and the pull between us is undeniable. He knows me. Knows my past. Knows the name I no longer remember.
And he refuses to tell me.
Bound to his world and his secrets, I follow him into the wilds of a fractured land. A journey I have no reason to take. No stakes in.
Except this.
The deeper we go, the clearer it becomes that survival is no longer enough. The path forward runs through me. Through what I've forgotten and must remember.
And if I don't reclaim the truth of who I am...
This broken world may claim us both.
