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Teetering on the edge of death, Twillo confronts a ferocious red wolf, demise only moments away.
As his world darkens, an enigmatic voice extends a last-minute reprieve.
Do you agree to bind souls?
The voice emanates from a forgotten dragon, hidden from the world for ages.
By accepting to soulbind, Twillo intertwines his fate with the dragon's, plunging into a future riddled with strife.
Tasked with mastering the outlawed magic of dragonessence, he embarks on a quest for knowledge across the Four Kingdoms of Sagaland, relying on skill, serendipity, and divine intervention.
Nevertheless, Twillo's survival is far from guaranteed. With the world's destiny teetering on a knife's edge, the responsibility falls upon a cryptic relic hunter turned improbable savior...
A legacy of triumph lies ahead, but at what price?
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / EpicA top 1000 release on the Kindle US Store. 1.5 million page reads for the first book and nearly 4,000 units sold.
A trail of blood stretched across the silver-black sands of Icenor’s volcanic desert. It led into a cave with a jagged opening that resembled the mouth of a prehistoric monster, one that had been home to terrifying creatures since the Age of Dragons.
Not far from the opening of the cave, amidst a pile of sharp bones and the lithic scatter, a mighty spade-shaped batholith rose over the landscape. It cast a shadow onto the relic hunter, whose white hair was tied behind his head, his elven features obscured by a woolen scarf.
The relic hunter didn’t need to check his mapstone to know that he had arrived at his destination, that the wolvencree and potential treasure was near. He was at the point now that he could almost sense a relic, especially one guarded by a monster.
Was it the dragonessence that powered the object that drew him in? The sixth sense of an adventurer gone mad?
If what he had experienced in the past was any indication, it was likely a combination of both.
The bards of the Four Kingdoms had penned numerous songs about the fate of reckless relic hunters. The triumphs, the obsessions, the falls from grace, the inevitable deaths.
Then, there were those who had gone missing, whose mapstones turned out to be false positives, those who had been robbed, beaten, conned, arrested, or held for ransom.
Yet worse fates awaited relic hunters brave enough to attempt to steal something from the cave of a dangerous, man-eating yokai like the wolvencree. Not only that, the information he had been provided could turn out to be false.
All of this could be for nothing.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Vinicius de Moraes
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