The Dragon's Call
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In Saileora, power hums beneath the soil, ancient and untamed. Seeker Wrain, princess and heir to a throne that feels more like a cage, has always sensed it, both around and inside her. But the whispers of that hidden force - the stirring of magic, the heartbeat of the land - have never explicitly belonged to her.
Until now.
When an impossible void tears through the quiet countryside, leaving her kingdom's fields in ruins and the skies heavy with shadows, Seeker is thrust into a world of secrets she never asked to inherit. The dragons - the ancient gods of her people - are no longer the benevolent protectors of legend. One of them, Ascklees, has risen from his grave, burning with a hatred that could ignite all of Saileora.
The land calls for heroes, but Seeker has never been one. Not the fierce warrior like her childhood friend Calix Clearbow, who walks in the light with unwavering bravery, nor the brilliant Dr. Rockbrow who seems to bend the world to her will. No, Seeker is something else entirely. A quiet storm, an unread book filled with power she does not yet understand.
But there are others like her. Other Omnicircies - rare wielders of all the Subcirces, whose power has the potential to shape the fate of kingdoms. And they are waiting, hidden among the peaks of Vidya, the shores of Blissia and Brashar, and the deserts of Sadya. Only together can they confront the gathering storm, but first, they must be found.
In The Dragon's Call, nothing is as it seems. Every smile hides a secret, every whisper holds a danger. Power calls to those who dare to listen, but power demands a price - one that not everyone will survive.
Are you ready to heed the call?
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