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 snow continued to fall, swirling in thick, blinding gusts as Draven's forces marched through the valley. The storm had abated just enough to allow them to move, but the wind was still fierce, biting at their exposed skin and making every step a struggle. Their breaths came out in thick, frosty clouds as they pushed forward, their pace quickening with the knowledge that the Southern Web was still hot on their heels.
Draven's mind raced as he led the group through the snow-covered landscape. They had escaped the gorge, but only barely. The Southern Web's forces had been relentless, their spellcasters nearly overwhelming Draven and his men with dark, ancient magic. But they had fought back, driven the attackers off—at least for now. Still, Draven knew they wouldn't have much time before the enemy regrouped. And when they did, they would strike again, harder and faster than before.