In a world where you must steal or be stolen, kill or be killed, Ray is an orphan from the 50th sector, one of the lowest districts in a brutal society. The rules are simple: take what you need before someone takes it from you. Show weakness and die.
But Ray has something no one else has. He possesses the unique ability to see mana in the form of colors. While other mages sense magic as an abstract force, Ray sees it as a vibrant spectrum. Red flames. Blue currents. Green flows. Every spell, every enchantment, every hidden weave of power is visible to him like paint on a canvas.
However, despite the colorful sparks that fill the world around him, his existence has been numb detachment. He sees the colors. He understands the magic. But he feels nothing. No fear. No joy. No anger. Just the cold, unfeeling machinery of survival.
Then a life-altering event shatters the emotionless life he once knew. Something breaks through the numbness. Something makes him feel. Something awakens a hunger he never knew he had.
Now Ray, the orphan who saw the world in colors but felt nothing, must navigate a society of cutthroats, mages, and monsters. His prismatic sight makes him a genius among mages. His newly awakened emotions make him vulnerable.
Can a boy who learned to survive without feeling learn to live with a heart that now bleeds?
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