Elio didn't want to be a hero, he wasn't hero material, far from it. He survived in the shadows, living off dirty work in a country that rewards cleanliness. His latest job should have been easy, a standard hit. Instead, it forced him into a conspiracy at the heart of his beloved country's government. Forming an uneasy alliance with a disgraced politician, he must figure out how exactly someone kills a god. An unseen enemy seems to block him at every step, forcing him to accept the part of himself he despised most; the filthy mana that flowed through his veins. He learns too late that gods do not die cleanly; and neither do the men who hunt them.