​“For a long time I’d been called a thief.

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Some called me half-born scum. Outlaw. Rebel. Scale-skin. When the Knights of the Torch initially brought me onto the team, I’d been promoted to ‘the distraction.’

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Lately, I’d been given more flattering titles: Powerful Astromancer. The Knights’ champion.

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But now, only one word seemed to fit what I was:

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Broken."

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With Asher unsure how to cope with a devastating loss, he must step up and lead out in the war with the Gray Ones. To be honest, he’s not sure which enemy is worse: The demonic, dragon-riding Duke of Skullheim, or his own inability to focus during long leadership meetings. Still, he’s determined to live up to his legacy.

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As for Meleya, she remains trapped at the hands of the sinister Soul Reaper. All around her, the followers of the Gray Ones are preparing for the coming war. They’ve taken over the High Crown and now work to amass a massive army of monsters and men alike as they prepare to take down the last thing standing between them and Evgard’s demise: The Knights of the Torch.

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The darkness tears through the land and hope is at an all time low. But Asher, Meleya, and the Knights have never let impossible odds stop them from choosing light before, and they’re not about to stop now.

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