Tides of Blood and War (A Time of Dragons

The Last Ballad of Hope has been heard again. A few brave souls have dared to stand against evil. A curse plaguing generations has finally shattered. What of it? The Dark One cannot be stopped. After thousands of years in shadow, Skara Pendain has claimed the name as he would a crown. And with it he has gained the throne of Erador. The realm of men now bends to his will... or breaks beneath it. In the south, the Kedradi of Qalanqath refuse to kneel. They do not hide. They do not yield. They are hunters . They prepare for a clash that will decide the fate of Verda itself. Led by Kassanda Grey and Joran Pendain, the survivors of Skara's wrath place their faith in the few Riders who still remember their oaths... ...in those who might yet bring about a Time of Dragons. It is only a vision. Seen by ten thousand eyes. Paid for with ten thousand lives. A future that could be -not one that will be . And it could all be undone by one. The Dragon Lord. The first of his kind. Malliath. Freed from the Shadow Realm, he remembers it all. The betrayal. The chains. His heart now beats to the ancient song of vengeance . Skara must turn from conquest to survival. His throne can wait. His war cannot. For what comes next is not a battle for kingdoms... but a reckoning. This time, there will be no victor. Only Death-at last stepping onto the board, to claim them all.

The Last Ballad of Hope has been heard again.A few brave souls have dared to stand against evil.A curse plaguing generations has finally shattered.What of it? The Dark One cannot be stopped. After thousands of years in shadow, Skara Pendain has claimed the name as he would a crown. And with it he has gained the throne of Erador. The realm of men now bends to his will... or breaks beneath it. In the south, the Kedradi of Qalanqath refuse to kneel. They do not hide. They do not yield. They are hunters. They prepare for a clash that will decide the fate of Verda itself. Led by Kassanda Grey and Joran Pendain, the survivors of Skara's wrath place their faith in the few Riders who still remember their oaths... ...in those who might yet bring about a Time of Dragons. It is only a vision. Seen by ten thousand eyes. Paid for with ten thousand lives. A future that could be-not one that will be. And it could all be undone by one. The Dragon Lord. The first of his kind. Malliath. Freed from the Shadow Realm, he remembers it all. The betrayal. The chains. His heart now beats to the ancient song of vengeance. Skara must turn from conquest to survival. His throne can wait. His war cannot. For what comes next is not a battle for kingdoms... but a reckoning. This time, there will be no victor. Only Death-at last stepping onto the board, to claim them all.