Description

Beneath a sky bruised with storm and shadow, the last ember flickered faintly in the ashes. The world lay broken, scarred by fire and blood, but still breathing. From the ruins of Flamewatch rose a whisper — fragile, but unyielding — a promise that all was not lost. Somewhere deep in the darkness, ancient powers stirred, their slumber disturbed by the echo of war.

Kaelen knelt among the ruins of his ancestors' keep, fingers brushing the scorched stones as memories burned brighter than the lingering smoke. Every victory had come at a cost, every alliance fractured by ambition or fear. Yet still, a single spark endured — the hope for a kingdom reborn from ruin. It was this ember, no matter how small, that would ignite the fate of dragons and men alike.

The wind carried a warning, soft yet certain: the past was not done with them. The flames that had forged the crown would soon be kindled again, hotter and more relentless than before. The true reckoning was coming — and this time, the ashes would tell the story.