The wilds split, the mountains and seas roared, and shamanic runes carved into bone drew down starlight.
He was an outcast of his tribe, yet possessed the power to leave blank spaces between strokes of his inkstone. With dried bones, he drew formations; with shattered souls, he summoned spirits. Surrounded by ferocious beasts and caught in the power struggles of the shaman clans, he tore open the shackles.
The so-called wilds were never the gods' domain!
