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Six bones hang from the chain at Jharhin’s throat. Each one marks a life taken in the Ring of Celebrants. The village called him Crimson Jhar. He never wanted the name. He only wanted the next fight.

When a dying stranger with too much power stepped into the Ring, taking the the one thing that kept the fire in Jharhin’s blood from burning him alive. His quest for vengeance turns into a journey far greater than his own vendetta.

The fire is waking.

Hunted by Keepers who harvest children for their magic, Jharhin crosses a land of black marshes and rotting flesh with a stone-speaking warrior who carries her own vengeance and a sharp-tongued spy whose loyalty shifts like the wind. Every mile drags the truth closer. His wolf-head sword was never just a blade. And he was never just a killer. Something ancient is stirring. The people who taught him to survive are terrified of what he will choose when he discovers what he really is.

Grimdark fantasy carved in bone and blood. Step into the Ring.