Aetherius—a name chosen by the heavens itself. She was blessed by the gods and had the power of the stars coursing through her veins. She was considered a saint, the proud princess of her race—so why does fate seem to be so cruel to her? She had been tortured to the point of near insanity and had endured countless betrayals. If she was truly bestowed with the divine gifts, then why must she suffer so? Why must her path be so painfully twisted?

Aetherius—heavenly, so perfect and good that she's almost ethereal. Who would have known that a bright and gentle soul would turn so unbelievably dark and cold? In the lands of empires in the middle and on the brink of bloody wars, and in the hands of an unknown yet inevitable path, will she be able to escape?

Amidst the raging chaos and absolute darkness, will Aetherius be saved?