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"In Morvhal, the wind does not hunger... but everything else does."The world is a grey shroud. Ever since the gods took their leave, ash has fallen like a sickly snow, devouring both colour and hope. Kael—a silhouette of obsidian with eyes like oil—treads where others perish. Flanked only by Rangar, a war hound with a shattered jaw, Kael conceals an ancient mark upon his chest that pulses with a frantic rhythm: a power that grants him the strength of gods, yet strips away his humanity with every beat.When the Council of Nivrael dispatches him on a suicide mission into the Vadrenn Forest, Kael sees the truth of it: the band of novices he leads are not hunters... they are bait, meant to draw out the Order of the Threshold.In this tale of visceral grimdark, redemption is a myth. Kael will discover that the greatest horror does not lurk amidst the trees, but within the sadistic void festering inside his own soul.The ash continues to fall. The hunger draws near. Are you ready to step into the shadows?