PROLOGUE


In the beginning there were four.

Earth. Air. Wind. Fire.

They met, mated, and gave birth to a magical race that can control all four elements.

The Rengalla can live centuries, travel great distances in the blink of an eye.

They can also love.

More completely, more violently than humanity has ever known.

In the beginning they were all good.

But with power comes corruption.

Black magic festers. It infects and poisons. The dark magic’s markings begin in the palms, travel up the arms and across the torso.

And when they cover the heart… all good is erased.

When the heart is encased in blackness, a monster is born.

The Dalshie are those monsters.

And they will not stop until they’ve hunted down and destroyed each member of their former race.