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.
The Festival of Light had ended, and Elandor had settled into a sense of calm, but Draven knew that the true challenges were just beginning. Rebuilding a city was not merely about restoring structures but also about healing the wounds left by war. Draven spent his days walking through the streets, talking to the people, and listening to their concerns. The joy of victory was tempered by the reality of the losses they had endured.
As Draven walked through the market square one morning, he saw the stalls bustling with activity, the people engaging in commerce, but he also noticed the faces of those who had lost loved ones. The grief was still palpable, a shadow that hung over the city even in its brightest moments.
He stopped to speak with a blacksmith who was hammering away at a piece of metal. The man's brow was furrowed in concentration, but when he saw Draven, he paused and wiped the sweat from his face.