The little boy was never supposed to enter the arena. Children weren’t even allowed beneath the royal coliseum, where the stones sweated with blood and the walls…

What they heard instead was the silence afterward. A terrible silence. The kind that spreads not through air, but through memory. Inside the Great Hall of Blackthorne…

But the sky above Ashkar still burned. Even after the soldiers lowered their weapons… even after the arrows stopped falling… the battlefield remained trapped beneath rivers of…

The dragon eyes opened slowly through the smoke. Massive. Ancient. Burning like molten suns inside the shattered mountain wall. The entire forge cave trembled beneath their gaze….

The horse arrived before the king. That alone was unusual. Inside the royal courtyard of Blackthorne Castle, nobles had gathered to witness the annual military review. Banners…

The dragon should not have existed. That was the official position of the Crown. For nearly a century, royal historians had repeated the same story. The dragons…

The hammer was older than the kingdom. Older than the cathedral. Older than the royal bloodline itself. It rested inside a circular chamber beneath Saint Valthor Cathedral,…

The throne room was built to intimidate. Everything about it was designed to remind visitors that power lived there. The vaulted ceiling stretched higher than a cathedral….

The scream of the eagle arrived before the storm. It echoed across the cliffs of Stormwatch Fortress like the cry of something ancient refusing to die. Soldiers…