"Flor of the Western Glades," he announced, his voice dripping with mockery. "You are hereby condemned for practicing witchcraft, a crime punishable by death under the King's law. Do you deny the charges?" Flor lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with defiance. "I deny nothing," she spat. "You've already decided my fate, just as you decided to murder my husband and children. You call yourselves hunters, but you're nothing more than cowards hiding behind steel." The leader chuckled darkly. "Defiant to the end. How noble. But don't worry-your children will join you soon enough. It'll be a family reunion in hell." Flor surged forward, despite the chains holding her. "You won't touch them!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with rage. The hunters laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. The leader raised his sword, pointing the tip at her chest. "For your crimes against the kingdom and humanity, you are sentenced to death." For centuries, witches have been hunted, their magic feared and outlawed. Aurora has spent her life in hiding, knowing that if she’s ever discovered, she’ll be executed like the rest of her kind. But when a long-feared prophecy is set into motion, she can no longer run from her destiny. She is the God Witch, the one foretold to either save her people—or doom them all. With the witch hunters closing in and the witch hunters more relentless than ever, Aurora must fight to survive. Allies are scarce, betrayal is everywhere, and war is inevitable. As she uncovers dark secrets about Edralis and her own past, one question remains: Will she be the kingdom’s salvation—or its destruction?