For seven years, Vorn Lachrym has carried a sword that weeps and a guilt that never heals.
On the night Mor'thu's tears fall like molten iron, he crosses the Road of the Drowned toward the Cathedral of Vel'Sharoth — the place where the dead still whisper and time flows the wrong way. What he seeks is not redemption. It is the Heart: an ancient, sleeping entity that dreams reality and turns nightmares into flesh.
When he breaks the first of seven seals, Vorn ceases to be merely a blood-marked relic hunter. He becomes the Vessel. The Door. The Key.
Each seal will demand a piece of him. Each guardian will test what remains of the human beneath the scar and the blade. And while the Forest of Bones draws breath and the Veil Brothers laugh with the voices of dead children, something far older than gods or demons stirs in the depths — and watches.
Because the true price of freeing the Heart may not be the destruction of the world…
…but the replacement of whatever dwells within it.
