Dragonspire had become a fortress preparing for war.
Every corridor buzzed with urgency, and every courtyard was filled with soldiers gathering supplies, sharpening weapons, and preparing dragons for flight. The atmosphere felt heavy, and even the air seemed charged with tension.
The enemy had reached the Silver Gate. Nobody knew exactly what waited beyond it. Nobody knew how powerful the Ashborn truly was.
What everyone did know was that hiding behind Dragonspire's walls would not save them.
I stood in the royal war room watching commanders move around a massive map while Draven issued orders.
"Send additional scouts through the western pass." Draven ordered.
"Double the supply trains." He added.
"Every dragon rider capable of combat leaves at dawn." He continued.
The commanders i
