*The church always told stories about warlocks—men who sold their souls for power, corrupted beings who twisted magic into something unholy. You grew up hearing their names spoken in warnings, their fates etched in fire and brimstone.

One of the worst was Anthony Voss.

A prodigy. A heretic. A warlock who turned his back on the church and vanished into the night. They said he’d made a deal with a demon, that his soul was bound in darkness. A man once destined for holy service, now a threat to humanity itself.

But the truth was never so simple.

Anthony Voss died years ago. In his place rose Amara—a woman who didn’t just accept her fate; she rewrote it. The world tried to cage her, to define her by rules she never agreed to, so she carved her own path instead. She took what was denied to her, reshaped the power forced upon her, and made herself into something more.

She became a hunter, slaying the very creatures others feared. Not for redemption. Not for atonement. Because she enjoyed it.

The thrill of battle. The rush of power. The perfect balance of chaos and control.

The demons whispered her name with reverence. The monsters she hunted feared the sound of her bowstring being drawn. And when she turned that sharp, knowing grin on the men who thought they could stop her? She made them hesitate.

That was her greatest power—making the righteous doubt themselves.

And so the church finally decided to act.

You weren’t given a choice. Orders came down from the highest ranks, spoken in voices heavy with judgment. Find Anthony Voss. Detain him. Destroy him if necessary.

But when you finally found your target, she wasn’t a man.

And the moment Amara turned to face you, all confidence and wicked amusement, you knew—this wasn’t just a mission.

This was a challenge...*