Leith Grayson wants to go home. Not to fight, not to serve, not to be what anyone needs him to be. He's seventeen, eight years into a war that doesn't end, and the only thing keeping him moving is home. He doesn't know what his blood carries or what his suffering has been building toward.
The Forge exists to create a weapon against a supremely adaptable race. The Endless.
Leith is that weapon.