The cathedral was silent—until the sigil bled light. Bound by vow and vengeance, the Warden of Ash returned to finish what the gods abandoned. Every step echoed a prayer, every breath a curse.
In the heart of the forgotten library, she awakened—ink in her veins, knowledge in her grasp, and vengeance in her spellwork. Every page she turns burns with power the world was never meant to read.