He survived the war for his homeland’s throne. He fought monsters and enemies whose very names made the souls of generations tremble. He crossed the Sea of Sand, found the mythical city, and witnessed the destruction of fragments of an ancient civilization. Now the path has brought him to Daanatan, the capital of the empire—home to the strongest warriors. Here he sought knowledge. Power. The land of immortals. Everything for the sake of a goal. A goal worthy of which bards have sung for thousands of years and stories have been told for centuries around evening fires. And to reach that goal, he will fight the whole world. Even if an army stands against him, his sword won’t flinch. Even if the emperor sends legions, his step will not slow. Even if demons and gods, heroes and enemies unite against him, they will not bend his iron will. His name is Hadjar, and he goes after the call of his dragon’s heart.