Raised by Finn, who breathed into him the image of a golden, perfect Quan, and around Lachesis – complete with the interest for mastering as many weapons as have been invented, the lack of Major holy blood, and the chip on his shoulder – Leif grows in hiding, shadow prince of Thracia, a spark amidst ash.

He carries his mother’s sword, his father’s dream, his sister’s death, and a vow of revenge.

The history Leif carries bears little resemblance to the past, filtered through Finn’s perspective and a decade and a half of trauma, and the future it’s hurtling him toward promises blood spilled, yet again, between the sibling nations of Northern and Southern Thracia.