Ivan was born with talent. A voice that could touch the very soul inside of man. He was also born kind hearted. To make the most out of his talent, his father mutilated his body. Ivan's kindness remained. A necromancer promising safety and a better life only tried to turn Ivan to darkness. Still Ivan would not break.  Serving in the Empire's combat forces and seeing death without end was not enough to steal the goodness from his heart. But betrayal that takes his brothers from him? When is a man allowed to finally break?   Some villains are born. But the best are always made.  This is something I've been working on for a long time. The prologue has been written for years. Don't expect my full devotion to this while I am working on The Beast and The Sage. I will make The Beast and the Sage my main priority until it is concluded. But I will be working on this project as I can. Especially when I'm feeling particularly frustrated.  Also... this is gritty, dark fantasy. So if you're coming here from The Beast and The Sage, expect something different.