The ground trembled beneath the Crystal Mountains. For a thousand years, the last dragon had slept, bound by ancient magic and forgotten prophecies. But tonight, as three moons aligned in the crimson sky, the seals began to crack. Deep within her chamber, Lyra shot upright in bed, her mark burning with an intensity she had never felt before. The mark of the Dragon Keeper, dormant since birth, now glowed with ethereal fire. She knew, with absolute certainty, that everything was about to change. The dragon was waking, and with it, an age of magic and war would return to Eldoria...