Prologue
VILLAGE OF VILESC, LYRISCU, THE GREAT FIRE WARS
Near midnight, a wailing was heard from the edge of the enchanted forest by a young Mora returning from a hunt.
The smoke rising from the horizon was not right. It billowed luminescent in the moonlight, a sickly blue with a shimmer of silver.
“Zemavapti,” Roh whispered. Dragonfire.
Roh mounted her horse in a single bound, digging her heels into her flanks as the roaring sounds of a burning village tore through the night.
The Daemyn blood...