Ignatius is taken from his world and dropped into a kingdom where he doesn't understand the rules-and won't survive long enough to learn them. He has no training...No allies...No idea how this world works. All he has is a crystal his mother left him-one that powerful forces in the Kingdom of Skye are already willing to kill for. Emperor Mallak wants it...The sorcerer Gobus is hunting for it. Because whoever controls the crystal could control the kingdom itself. Ignatius doesn't even know what it does. Trying to survive would be enough. But he is given something else. A pair of swords that should never have been his. The Nostaw Warriors-a mythical race that is feared across Skye and bound by laws older than the kingdom They do not give their weapons to outsiders. Until one of them does. Now Ignatius carries both the crystal and the blades of a warrior race that does not forgive weakness. To some, that makes him a target...To others, it makes him something far more dangerous. A symbol. Because across Skye, a belief is already taking hold: That he is the one who can stand against Mallak. The one who can stop what is coming. The one who can save the kingdom. Ignatius knows the truth...He can barely survive a single day. Hunted by an emperor, pursued by a sorcerer, and burdened with power he cannot control, he is forced deeper into a world where strength is everything-and failure is fatal. And if he cannot become what Skye needs him to be… The kingdom will fall
