The Pact of Shadow and Light

“She weaves light, he weaves shadow, and their houses hate each other. Now a blood pact won't let them stray more than a hundred paces apart.”

A gray rift has opened above the Veiled Peaks and the valley is beginning to forget: colors, names, the night itself. The elders of Aurion and the Umbral, enemies since the night on the bridge, bind their heirs with a blood pact to close it. Lianor, who weaves light, and Darian, who weaves shadow, can't move a hundred paces apart without their wrists burning. What no one has told them is what the rift asks in return.