The prologue of my novel, Gravecall, introduces the first battle in a dark fantasy saga about faith, power, and corruption. Set in a crumbling, medieval world where gods still walk unseen among their worshippers, the prelude follows Cinder’s transformation from a disillusioned soldier into a vessel of a god’s wrath. When the city of Eglavand falls silent, Cinder expects another uneventful night on the wall. But when the dead begin to rise and madness grips the living, faith itself is thrown into the fire.