Marjo Alkula

Above the yawning void, where islands of stone and steel float like embers cast from a dying star, there lies a world fractured by forgotten magic and devoured by its own shadows. This is the Shattered Dominion-a realm where cities cling to the sky, powered by the flickering light of Chroma Cores, and where the weight of emotion can shatter mountains or birth empires. Lyra Emberveil knows the cost of such power.
A nameless lamplighter in the floating slums of Ashspire, she hides her singred hair beneath a soot-stained hood and her secrets beneath a decade of lies. But the past is not so easily buried. When Lyra's dormant magic erupts in a blaze of crimson fire, she becomes the unwitting heir to a legacy written in ash: the blood of the Obsidian King, a tyrant entombed in the decaying heart of the Hollowed Court, stirs in her veins.
The Chroma Cores-crystallized fragments of human emotion-whisper truths she does not want to hear. Red for rage, blue for sorrow, gold for joy, and obsidian for the void that hungers behind all things. These Cores, once the lifeblood of the Dominion, now rot under the touch of the Hollowguard, spectral knights who feed on apathy and claw at the fraying edges of the world. To survive, Lyra must forge alliances as fragile as the islands beneath her feet: a warrior drowning in grief, a queen split between two bodies, and a forge older than time itself, where light and void collide.
But the Obsidian King's resurrection is not a prophecy-it is a promise. And Lyra's greatest battle lies not in the storms of Emberreach or the ice-locked horrors of Frostspire, but in the fire of her own heart. Will she reignite the Shattered Dominion. or reduce it to cinders?