Princess or adventurer. Duty or freedom. Her kingdom or the storm hunter she loves. If Aurora knows anything, it's that choices have consequences. The kingdom of Pavan is nearly unrecognizable as the home she left behind. A new family's flags fly atop the walls. Hundreds upon hundreds of remnats camp just outside the city begging for entrance and mercy, only to receive cruelty in return. And her mother, the great, powerful queen, is nowhere to be found. To set things right, Aurora joins a growing revolution on the streets of Pavan and puts her knowledge of the palace to use to aid the cause. But the Rage season is at its peak, and not a day passes without the skies raining down destruction. Yet these storms are different... they churn with darkness and attack with a will that's desperate and violent. This feels like more than rage. It feels like war.