Drogon grows restless. Vharaxes circles him in the sky, roaring louder each night. The dragons sense something in the east—something vast, ancient, and awakening.
Andrew flies to the edge of the known world. There, in the shadow of the Jade Sea, he finds a crater of black stone, pulsing.
Inside sleeps the bones of a dragon so massive it could eclipse mountains. But its skull is split open, and the walls are painted with ash.
A warning. Or a grave.