My thoughts flicked to the Half-Lives, the creatures that supposedly resided here. They were one of the many beings that had gone extinct, spiritual beings that could travel between our world and that of the Gods. Some said they were messengers of Ravaiana, while others believed they were Valor’s subjects, slaves of the Underworld. Who really knew? So much of our history had been wiped out when Solen La’Rune, Silas’s great-great-grandfather, had our mystic temples raided and shut down. When the banishments and prejudices really began. Even the books Igon had were but a fraction of our legacy.