Sylha Veylan is the last scribe who can read ink-wards older than Caedren’s throne. Daran Erist commands the Silent Guard: scarred, relentless, and sworn to a silence that turns truth into a weapon. When an obsidian box sealed in whisperblood appears in the scriptorium vault, one touch triggers a soullock that binds them both.
The scroll isn’t meant to be read. It’s meant to listen.
Dragged into a living prophecy where glyphs reshape reality and memory demands payment, Sylha and Daran race to decode forbidden runes, outmaneuver a secretive Council, and finish what the scroll has been waiting centuries to say—before it steals Sylha’s voice, turns Daran’s silence into a curse, and rewrites their world from the inside out.
Ink and silence were never supposed to choose each other. But the dark is already whispering… and it knows their names.