The Heiress of the Crimson Eclipse
For centuries, legends spoke of a creature sleeping beyond the borders of the known world. It was neither dragon, machine, nor god, but something born from all three. Its body was forged from plates as dark as night, while a burning core deep within its chest possessed enough power to consume entire cities. The ancients called it Erebor, the Dragon of the Eclipse, and swore that it must never awaken.
Yet standing before the creature was someone who did not share the fear of the ancients. Veyra, a warrior born beneath the last blood moon, had spent her entire life searching for the being that legends claimed could never be controlled. Her armor had been forged from fragments of Erebor's own scales, while her sword carried an energy no mortal had ever managed to wield. That night, beneath a moon watching in absolute silence, warrior and dragon finally stood before one another.
Veyra raised her sword as the dragon's core began to awaken behind her. There were no armies, gods, or heroes left capable of stopping what was about to begin. Only the warrior and the creature remained, standing before a world destined to remember that night. And when Veyra took her first step forward, she realized she had not come to slay the dragon… she had come to become its new sovereign.