Picture this: a war-torn land where the only magic is the kind that twists your sense of right and wrong. Mylah gets snatched up and thrown into a life of servitude. But she's not the type to meekly accept her fate. Oh no, she's got a backbone made of steel. A trait of all Witega's. As she fights for freedom, she stumbles upon a group of rebels with their own moral compasses spinning like a compass in a magnet storm. These aren't your typical heroes...