A dark force reigns over the land. Armored scales shield the corrupt soul from harm, dagger-like teeth tear out the hearts of the hopeful, fiery breath scorch the world to a crisp, and only one force can stop it: an undead drakaina with obsidian scales, blood-red wings, sterling silver fangs, and red eyes. If only there was a creature like that, but perhaps there is. Perhaps she'll save the world! Perhaps she'll destroy it. Find out in: The Savior's Pride