By P D'arcuri
They have been wrong.
But no one is aware it.
It’s been ten years because the Summit warfare rate Inassa either her mom and dad, yet her unravel to proceed their legacy continues to be undimmed. As inheritor to King Adaeus’ angelic country, there’s something she understands for definite: the Supremacist Council isn’t doing part what it may to guard the people on Horizon from the demon plague.
But Inassa dares no longer query the Council her father held in such excessive esteem . . . . until eventually loyalty to her closest buddy compels her to defy Supremacist orders in a reckless rescue that brings her face-to-face with the artful demon ringleader. The come across sparks an inferno of half-answered questions. With each passing day the demons ravaging Horizon eat extra human souls, and Inassa’s nightmares––premonitions of a savage darkness eating her essence––worsen.
Nightmare collides with truth whilst a guy in a golden masks looks with a dire caution. He swears he’s come to aid Inassa, yet underneath his masks waits a revelation that may hurl her right into a tempest of truths forgotten––or stolen. As her ardour for shielding her humans transforms right into a conflict for justice, every one step lures Inassa in the direction of recreating the treachery of the previous she’s making an attempt desperately to flee.