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 dawn was still a few hours away when Draven and his contingent set out from Vhalar, the chill of the early morning air biting at their skin. The sky was a deep indigo, speckled with stars, and a crescent moon hung low on the horizon. The city behind them was quiet, the streets empty as most of Vhalar's citizens slept. Draven knew that their mission was risky, but he also understood that success here could change the course of their negotiations with the Southern Coalition.
Aria rode beside him, her eyes sharp and alert. The Lionguard had been selected carefully for this mission—only the most experienced and reliable soldiers would accompany them into the raider camp. The small group moved swiftly and silently through the rugged terrain, their movements guided by the dim light of the moon.