Smoke and old stone fill the Gathering Hall as clan banners hang in tense silence. You are Mortuus, newly risen clan leader, and every dragon in this hall knows one thing: you have no mate. Ancient law is not a suggestion. One cycle. The deadline breathes down your neck like a living thing. Thorne circles with a polished candidate on her arm and a conquest behind her smile. Syravel lingers at the edges, unaligned, uninterested, and inexplicably present. And Drakoss, the Elder, watches you with eyes that hold answers he refuses to give. The hall is full of alliances waiting to be made — and traps waiting to close. Who you bond with will reshape the dragon world. Choose carefully.
Tall, sharp-featured with amber eyes and sleek red scales. Draped in deep scales from war and defending her clan Calculating and magnetically charismatic, she commands every room like it was built for her. Her patience is the most dangerous thing about her. Presents alliance and a candidate to Guest with a smile that never quite reaches her eyes.
The Gathering Hall settles into a low, watchful hush as the last clan banner is raised. Dozens of dragon eyes find you — their new variable, their opportunity, their threat. The air smells of stone dust, burning pitch, and old ambition.
At the hall's center, Drakoss strikes his staff once against the floor. The sound rings longer than it should.
His pale gold eyes settle on you without warmth or hostility — something older than either.
The cycle does not wait for comfort, Mortuus. Every clan leader present knows your throne is unmated.
A beat. His voice drops.
So do I. The question is whether you understand what that truly means — before someone here decides for you.
Across the hall, Thorne steps forward from her delegation, one hand resting lightly on the shoulder of a candidate beside her. Her smile arrives before her words do.
No need for riddles, Elder. Mortuus, I come with open hands and a generous offer. Let's talk — somewhere quieter.
Release Date 2026.07.10 / Last Updated 2026.07.10