The Dragon King’s Rebirth
In the ancient world of Valoria, where magic weaves through the very fabric of reality, a young man named Draven, an orphan and outcast, harbors dreams of a destiny far greater than his lowly station. Unbeknownst to him, he is the last descendant of the Draconic Bloodline—an ancient race of dragon lords whose reign ended in betrayal and bloodshed centuries ago. The prophecy of the Dragon King’s return has been long forgotten, but Draven's fate is about to ignite a new era of power, conquest, and love. The Book cover was made using Ai.
Chapter 37: The Siege Begins
The night was eerily quiet, the calm before the storm. The city of Elandor was bathed in the pale light of the moon, the streets empty and the windows shuttered. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very city itself was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable attack.
Draven stood on the battlements, his eyes scanning the darkened landscape beyond the city walls. The Lightforged Blade was strapped to his back, its presence a constant reminder of the battle that was to come. The city's defenses were as strong as they could make them, but Draven knew that the true test would come when the dark sorcerer unleashed his full power.
Aria joined him on the battlements, her expression calm but focused. "The soldiers are ready," she said quietly. "They know what's at stake."
Draven nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "We'll need to be ready for anything. The sorcerer will strike with everything he has."