He is the perfect weapon, mine.
Dark Cathedral no longer lurks in the shadows, no longer exists only as a whispered rumor, half-believed by any but the sect’s followers. Everyone in Magique sees them now. And those who cross their paths, especially those in government, magical enforcement, or one of the royal families, is given a stark choice: join us, or be enslaved.
Refuse to listen, and a faceless warrior in a golden mask metes out judgment on the spot. So far, it’s said, no Magical who’s faced him has left the battlefield alive.
To Leda, the reports are as painful as they are irrelevant. She cares about nothing but finding Bones and bringing him back, before there’s nothing left of him to save. With what friends she has left, she follows every rumor, every sighting, in a desperate attempt to bring him back.
But his father, Malefic, has other plans for both of them.