This is the story about how I died. Not really…I mean, I don’t remember most of it, thank goodness. Long story short, I was betrayed. Some people I thought I could trust invaded my sky palace, stole my women and enslaved my pet shadow hounds. I was destroyed, utterly. Or so they thought. Somehow, mana, the source of my previous power, brought me back. The backstabbing weasels think they are safe, barricaded in their strongholds. Here’s the horrible part. They willingly sacrificed their own flesh and blood for security. And they had the nerve to call me evil? Death wasn’t all bad, I guess. It showed me what was truly important. But before I can get around to living my second life, I have some retribution to dish out. Yes, some will call me unnatural. Others, evil. Blah blah blah. I call me the Manaborn.

Not everyone gets a second chance at life. Thrust into the body of a dying man, I fought to break free, made a few friends along the way, and started down the long and treacherous path of revenge. But things aren’t what I’d expected. Not all of the bad guys I’d set my sights on were actually bad, and the good guys…well, let’s just say it is complicated. The emperor, in his tyrannical quest for immortality and power, has sent his agents to the City of Bones. Why? Simple. The local lord, Tairon, had accumulated too much power, so it was time to clip his wings. To replace him, they will hold a tournament. The winner takes control of the City of Bones. No one knows my real motivations, my real ambitions. Perhaps if I can cultivate enough strength quickly enough, I can silence my enemies and start healing this fractured world.