The Ballad of the Blind Flames

A sun in the forge, a wavering genius, a clear-eyed young old man: their paths were never meant to cross. When one speaks to ants, when an epidemic that afflicts only the tongue spreads, and when gods can be killed, “mage,” “artifact,” “demon” are nothing more than labels. Each, bound to their heart and emotions, will make their choices. Here, no one is safe—neither from life nor from death.