They want to kill me? When you have a pure affinity for the rarest elemental magic, everybody wants a piece. My mom came from a long line of Dragon God sorcerers and she left it all to me before I could talk. Now a creepy company wants me making weapons of mass destruction, the government wants m...

Winter 1877. Food is scarce and some creature has driven all the game out of Amarok Valley. At this rate no one will survive the winter, not the town, not the predators, and especially not the man that lives in the valley. For some it's a hunt, for this man, a matter of life and death.