Corban Spyrithammer

The night Ironvein burned, Drackore Spyritfyst lost everything - his clan, his father, his forge. Pulled from the ruins by a priest of Morning's Vow, he is given shelter he didn't ask for and a path he didn't choose. But Drackore does not heal. He arms himself. Every sacred text becomes a weapon. Every prayer becomes a vow. And every grueling year of training under the man he calls Old Relic brings him one step closer to the darkness that took everything from him - until the darkness starts moving first.
When ancient evil stirs beneath his ruined homeland, Drackore must lead an unlikely company into the dark: a battle-scarred knight, a nature elf ranger, and a dusk elf gravecaller that every instinct says to distrust. Together they must face a hunger that feeds on despair and has been patient for a very long time. And waiting in the shadows of Ironvein is something Drackore never expected. Something that changes everything.
In a world that shuns the different and rewards the cruel, the light does not always win. But sometimes it finds the right hands to carry it.