He survived the war for his native state’s throne. He fought monsters and enemies whose names made the souls of entire generations tremble. He passed through the Sea of Sand, found the mythical city, and witnessed the destruction of the shards of an ancient civilization. Now his path has brought him to Daanatan—the capital of the empire, the abode of the strongest warriors. Here he seeks knowledge. He seeks power. He seeks a land of immortals.
Because it’s all for a goal. A goal worthy of the fact that for thousands of years bards have sung about it and stories have been crafted for centuries by the evening campfire. And to achieve it, he will go against even the whole world. Even if an army stands against him—his sword won’t falter. Even if the emperor sends legions—his step won’t slow. Even if demons and gods, heroes and enemies join forces against him, they won’t bend his iron will.
His name is Hadjar, and he goes after the call of his dragon heart.