She's the only magic left in a world that ran out of miracles. The war made her a weapon. It's still deciding whether to let her be a person too. [Y/N] enlisted to escape her family. She ended up carrying an entire army on her back instead, one bleeding, borrowed year at a time. Command doesn't care what it costs her. The question is who will. Blood magic, brutal war, slow burn built on trauma and proximity, multiple possible love interests, no gods, no saviors, just [Y/N] and everything the Ashmark takes from her.