Never Lost in Her Chaos

The world only bows to those sharp enough to draw blood from it.

​After years of forging her spirit into a blade of pure eida, Jeska finally reached the summit. She has everything now---the top rank, the title that commands the heavens, and the perfect reputation her father always demanded. She did exactly what she was told, but standing at the top, the victory feels hollow. The medals and the prestige don't feel like a reward. They feel like heavy weights, pulling her down into a silence she can't escape.

​Winning is a blinding, lonely light. No matter how many Atherons she slays or how much power she masters, no amount of brilliance can bring back the only person who didn't care about her rank. He was the only one who saw a girl worth holding instead of a weapon to be used.

​In the wreckage of a thousand choices, a devastating truth remains. Even when her world was falling apart, there was a gaze that never looked away from her. It's the ultimate irony of power---realizing that he was the only one who never lost sight of her in the chaos, and now, he's already gone.