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 fortress lay silent in the aftermath of the battle, its ancient walls now a testament to the ferocity of the fight that had taken place. Draven stood alone atop the battlements, staring out into the snowstorm that had shrouded the battlefield in a thick, swirling mist. The Southern Web had retreated, their forces broken and scattered, but the victory felt hollow. Despite their triumph, the ominous presence of the stone weighed heavily on his mind.
His breath frosted in the cold air as he tightened his grip on the Lightforged Blade, its faint blue glow dim in the early morning light. The sword had been a crucial weapon in their battle against the Southern Web, but even its power felt insignificant compared to the dark energy radiating from the stone. It pulsed in the distance, a constant reminder that their true enemy was not yet defeated.