A winged figure descends from a cloudy, radiant sky with lightning, while a swordswoman looks up from a misty, rocky landscape below.

The air was still, broken only by the sound of Dawn’s wings thundering through the sky like storm clouds being ripped apart by lightning. Alexander’s eyes were as sharp as shards of glass. She watched Dawn descend through the clouds like a hawk, holding herself upright with the confidence of someone who never doubted her cause. To her, Callers were the real danger—unpredictable, uncontrollable, and capable of tearing down the world. She believed, with every beat of her heart, that Evantra could only be safe if every Caller was destroyed. See more