Born of the wastelands, Spheris Arnadel, a young skilled thief, finds himself subject to a twist of fate when he steals a powerful relic and becomes a Bearer — humans gifted with powers from the Gods. As a punishment for his theft, he is cast into an otherworldly realm alongside other Bearers, where he faces off against monstrous beasts and powerful enemies. Yet, in his determination to return to the Continent and save his dying mother, Spheris is hell-bent on surviving the abyssal world. Even if it means giving his body to the Dark God whose powers he had stolen... even if it means losing all of his humanity.
Bastopher Bellunder couldn't take his eyes off Spheris. He glared at him with quiet yet obvious animosity.
Spheris didn't look away either. Although his gaze showed nothing of anger or dispute, he still responded with the same stare.
The Prince stood beside his father, almost the same height as the tall man. His blond hair rose in spikes that bent one way in style, and his lean build was covered by his expensive clothing.
He looked a little like his father, though his jaw was longer, and his eyes were more brown than blue.
"Spheris?" the voice of the Duke pulled the shadow bender from his thoughts.
Spheris looked at him, at his tall, distinguished form. The staidness, the magnificence and the baronial presence of Dornis Bellunder.
Spheris had almost forgotten all about it. He remembered what the Duke had said to him about fate, and now here they were once again, brought together by the exact word.