It has been months since Asmira last saw Modeous, months since she breathed in the stale, almost fetid air of the Letan ruins. Months since she had found—and lost—the creature there, the beast twisted by mana into something that it was not, haunted and strange, a monster not of its own making. She could sense the tangled threads of mana that held it captive, and her heart aches to think of them, even now. She remembers hunting, and being hunted, galvanized by fear as the thing chased her ...