They said her fire should die, so her world around her tried to dim it. Seraphie Elowen was born of flame, and Leoren Thorne was born of light. Their souls were never meant to meet. Yet doomed to unravel the same fading world. When her heart stills his realm fractures. When his light wains, her fire falters. And as the day forgets how to rise, And night forgets how to fall. Their powers could be the last thing that holds this world together. But their balances have a price to pay, To save the world, one of them must break harder... Even if it means to be broken alone.