She was born to see the end of the world - and blamed for it. Seraphine Ashveil spent her life behind convent walls, whispering prophecies no one believed... until the day they all came true. Thousands died. The Church branded her a harbinger, cast her out, and turned the empire against her. Now she wanders a kingdom rotting from the inside, haunted by visions she cannot silence - visions of a god that should not exist, a king who cannot die, and a truth buried beneath centuries of blood and lies. Malachar Voss has ruled for four hundred years with iron and ash. He has never feared anything. Until a girl with cursed eyes looks straight through him. And Nyro Thorn - the deadliest blade for hire in the realm - was only supposed to watch her. He was never supposed to care. Three broken souls. One dying god. And a prophecy that was never meant to save the world. Only end it. Some destinies are not gifts. Some are punishments dressed in gold.