"Drakirkita," whispered a voice behind Kaelen. A child with ash-grey hair and no shadow. "You sang my true name. Now you must carry my silence until the world forgets to burn."
In the ashen valleys beyond the Scarwind Mountains, the elders spoke of a forbidden song: Drakirkita — the Dragon's Silence. It wasn't a lullaby, but a note so pure it could unmake fire. drakirkita
The sky didn't darken. Instead, the volcanoes stopped breathing. The great wyrm Vorthax, mid-roar, froze — its molten eyes cooling into black glass. Not dead. Listening. "Drakirkita," whispered a voice behind Kaelen