n the fractured continent of Tenebrax, five kings gathered in silence.
None of them were human. None of them remembered kindness.
But all of them remembered the name Liss.
"She dethroned gods," the first king rasped. "She heals the world," said the second. "And the people love her." "That makes her dangerous," said the third.
The fourth drank poison to feel alive. The fifth broke his own reflection to curse her.
"We must break her myth," the first king growled.
"But how?" the fourth asked.
"Easy," said the fifth, licking his cracked lips. "We kill one of her friends."
A hush.
Then a grin.
"Let the hunters wake."
And the Blackglass Hunters stepped from shadow.