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The war is over. The SandWing throne has been claimed. Peace settles across Pyrrhia like ash after dragonfire-but the tribes do not yet know what walks among them.
Y/n remembers the beginning of everything. She remembers when the first dragons clawed their way from the earth, when the moons hung themselves in the sky, when destiny itself was nothing more than starlight waiting to be woven. She is older than prophecies, more ancient than the Scorching, and she has watched empires of scales rise and fall like the tides.
But now something is wrong. The threads of fate are tangling, knotting in ways they were never meant to. A darkness stirs in the spaces between moments, and even a god can feel the tremor of something vast and terrible approaching.
As the dragon tribes stumble toward an uncertain future, Y/n must decide: Does she remain hidden in the shadows of divinity, watching as she has always watched? Or does she step into the light and risk everything-her power, her immortality, her very existence-to save a world that has forgotten how to believe in gods?
Some powers were never meant to interfere with mortal destiny.
But some destinies require a god's touch.