It was written that each soul would have a Guardian. A Warrior of Light to watch over it. Protect it. Be its shield against the darkness, its sword against the fallen. But the days grew dark. Man’s souls darker still. Many turned away from the Light of God, cast aside His word and His love. And the Guardians rebelled.
When the end looms in a very dangerous shadow treading softly on a narrow balance beam, one slip can cause the ultimate fall.
The reader must simply know where to look for them.