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The Shadow Weaver

The world belongs to the High Lord—a tyrant who wields forbidden magic, commands an army of the deathless, and mutates creatures into unstoppable warriors. No army can stand against him. No weapon can end him. He is becoming something beyond human.

But Voss is not like other warriors. She is the last of Skaikru, the lost order of air mages, and the only living shadow mage. Bonded to Drakonix, a six-headed hydra feared by all, she fights not just for revenge but to tear down the empire that destroyed her people.

When the rebellion known as The Varden suffers loss after loss, Voss joins their cause. Their only hope lies in two paths:

1. The Shadowforged Blade – A weapon of legend, hidden in a temple guarded by ancient spirits, the only thing capable of severing the High Lord’s power.


2. The Betrayal Within – Striga, one of the High Lord’s Nine Generals, has turned against him. She knows his secret weakness—but earning her trust won’t be easy.



As war ignites, the elves, long withdrawn from mortal affairs, are forced to return. The High Lord’s dark sorcery threatens even them, and only by joining forces with Voss can they hope to stop him.

But the High Lord is no longer just a man. He has opened a portal to an eldritch realm, drawing power from something older than time.

The final battle will decide the fate of the world. Voss must embrace her power or risk losing everything.

Because if the High Lord cannot be stopped—nothing will survive.

The Shadow Weaver i

morning air was thick with the scent of damp earth and lingering smoke. The

resistance moved in silence, navigating through the broken landscape left in

the wake of the High Lord's war. Burned-out villages stood like skeletons,

their charred remains a grim reminder of what was at stake.

rode atop Drakonix, the hydra's massive wings casting a shadow over the

scattered warband below. Her mind was sharp, calculating the risks. The elves

were their only hope of finding the Shadow-forged Blade, but reaching them

meant crossing the Forsaken Wastes—a land twisted by old magic, where few

walked alongside the warriors, her eyes scanning their ranks. "We move too

openly," she muttered. "If the High Lord still hunts us, he won't let us reach

will hunt us no matter what," Voss replied, her voice steady. "But he won't

exhaled sharply. "That's a gamble."

the land grew darker, the trees gnarled and lifeless, their bark etched with

unnatural symbols. The Forsaken Wastes had begun.

of the scouts returned, his face pale. "Something moves in the fog."

heads lifted in unison, tongues flicking at the air. The hydra smelled it too.

drew her sword, flames flickering along the edge. "How many?"

many," the scout said. "And not human."

shriek split the air, high and unnatural. Then, from the swirling mist, figures

emerged—twisted, unnatural forms. The High Lord's mutated soldiers.

raised a hand, shadow magic coiling around her fingers. "Form up," she

let out a thunderous roar, shaking the earth.

Chapter Ten