Get ready for an epic adventure that will keep you on the edge of your seat! In the magical world of Erenor, where peace has been restored after King Draven's defeat, a new threat looms, and Lysandra, the last mage, is the only hope for salvation.
But this time, Lysandra's journey is not a solo one. Her devoted allies, including Aerin, the former witch hunter who has grown to be her closest friend and confidant, are present. As they embark on a perilous mission, their bond deepens, and amidst the chaos, love blossoms.
Feyla, another member of Lysandra's team, also finds unexpected love with Eolande, an enigmatic elf. As alliances are tested and secrets are revealed, the stakes get higher, and Erenor's fate hangs in the balance.
With a forgotten mythical deity threatening to unravel the very fabric of magic, Lysandra's powers are put to the test. Can she preserve the delicate balance of Erenor, overcome her lineage's dark secrets, and protect the ones she loves?
Join Lysandra, Aerin, and Feyla on a heart-pumping adventure of magic, love, and sacrifice. "Erenor's Dawn" is a must-read for anyone who loves thrilling fantasy with a touch of romance.
Not well as I have not actively done any campaign yet. It has been published on 31 March 2024.
Lysandra’s muscles coiled and were released with the grace of a striking serpent, her runic sword tracing arcs of silver fire in the dappled sunlight. Each blade sweep sliced through the air, a whispering promise of lethal precision.
She danced across the training field, her footwork as meticulous as the runes etched along her weapon—a language of power that hummed against her skin and resonated with her every move.
“Swift as the wind, Lysandra,” she murmured to herself, the words a mantra to sharpen her focus.
A rustle from the underbrush snagged her attention, and she pivoted on the ball of her foot, sword poised.
Shadow appeared his coat a meld of night and smoke, his eyes glittering with intelligence that belied his feral form. He padded to the edge of the clearing, a silent sentinel watching her practice.
She offered him a slight nod, a gesture imperceptible to most but as clear as if he’d spoken out loud. His ears twitched in response, the subtlest of affirmations.
They were a team, connected by more than the shared trials that had forged their bond. They were two halves of a whole, each the other’s shadow in this dance of light and darkness.
