Wrath, the Purest Form
Volume One of The Ashes of Ira
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Perfect for mature young adult and adult readers drawn to deep fantasy, spiritual conflict, and psychological warfare. In Pyrrha, the city of smoke and silence, wrath is the first language ever spoken. It is the last truth left unburied. Wrath, the Purest Form is the opening invocation of The Ashes of Ira, a mythic descent into the sin of rage and the sacred fire it conceals. It begins The Chronicles of Kaiba, a series where stories do not entertain. They awaken. Ira is no longer a man. He is a monument. Warlord. Tyrant. Prophet of pain. His name is not spoken with reverence but with caution. ...
Perfect for mature young adult and adult readers drawn to deep fantasy, spiritual conflict, and psychological warfare. In Pyrrha, the city of smoke and silence, wrath is the first language ever spoken. It is the last truth left unburied. Wrath, the Purest Form is the opening invocation of The Ashes of Ira, a mythic descent into the sin of rage and the sacred fire it conceals. It begins The Chronicles of Kaiba, a series where stories do not entertain. They awaken. Ira is no longer a man. He is a monument. Warlord. Tyrant. Prophet of pain. His name is not spoken with reverence but with caution. Under his reign, Pyrrha bleeds memory and breathes fire. But all fire has an origin. Every tyrant casts a shadow. Toren, his forsaken son, was not raised. He was abandoned to the flame. Forged in the blood-stained coliseums of Pyrrha, he learned that wrath is not cruelty. It is survival. His soul is not shattered. It is sharpened. Sera, a gladiator shaped by grace and grief, does not fight for spectacle. She bleeds for remembrance. Her war is not against opponents. It is against forgetting. In a city built to consume, her every movement becomes resistance. And through it all, Kaiba walks. Cybernetic wolf. Observer. Memory made sentient. He is more than witness. He is will. He remembers what others erase. He intervenes when the soul can no longer carry itself. His journey is not one of violence but of awakening. Through myth and ruin, he moves to unseat the Council of Seven, the Warlords of Sin, and dismantle the empire they built. Here, wrath is not villainy. It is inheritance. It is the scream that was never heard. The memory that refused to die. The truth that burns even when the world forgets. This is not a tale of triumph. It is the anatomy of fire. The first fracture in a world built on silence. If you carry something burning with no place to rest, this book is your altar. Let it burn. Let it speak. Let it begin.
