Seraphyne Duskveil moves like shadow through a world forgotten by light. Once sworn to protect, she now walks alone—drawn by omens, driven by loss. Her blood ties her to the vampire courts, but her blade turns against them. Long ago, her family was torn apart by treachery and flame. Since that night, vengeance has been her only companion. Ruins whisper secrets as she passes. Forests hush. Old magics stir. She does not speak of her purpose, but it clings to her like a curse—etched in steel and sorrow. Some say she seeks a name lost to history. Others believe she follows a trail left only in dreams. Whatever the truth, few who cross her path forget it.