Dragons ravaged the skies.
After four years, the dragons were defeated and the Dragonlord was sealed once again but the Empire was broken into pieces.
Rebellions tore apart kingdoms.
Rogue generals waged war against their own rulers.
Civilizations crumbled overnight, their rulers slain, their lands swallowed by flames and blood.
The Empire of Crown did not stand a chance of reviving at all.
Kael exhaled slowly. He had read about the Great Tragedy, but history books never carried the weight of a survivor's words.
And Lilith Crown was not just a survivor. She had lived through the end of an era.
Kael expected her to stop there, but she didn't.
She continued, her voice steady—too steady.
"I lost him in that war."
Kael knew exactly who she meant.