Reincarnated as the Last Dragon Egg

The battle for Brimhold was won—but war was only just beginning.

Flameborn survivors lit fires that climbed the mountaintops, signaling their fragile victory to allied cities. For the first time in centuries, their banners flew together beneath a single flame.

Yet even as the Emberwatch celebrated, I stood on the edge of the battlements, staring into the dusk. My claws twitched. The fire in my chest—it was shifting again.

> "He’s moving," I muttered. "Vaelus is preparing something. I can feel it in the ley-lines."

Kaela approached, her arm wrapped in bandages. "We need answers. Real ones. Not just whispers from broken ghosts."

"We won’t find them here."

I turned to face her, and the wind carried a scent ancient as the Core itself.

It came from the East.

Where the Vault of Dragon Souls awaited.

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Whispers of the Vault