His indestructible will cracked, his advance that no army could’ve stopped faltered, his sword, raised against the gods themselves, was brought low... Who was he? Where was he going?
The Ruby Mountains were right in front of him, and his path was clear, but his very soul had been plunged into utter darkness. Will Hadjar be able to find a way out? Will he be able to come back to the light? Or will the endless abyss devour him? His dragon heart was beating slower and slower...