Reincarnated as the Last Dragon Egg

Emberwatch no longer burned.

It smoldered.

Smoke curled lazily from broken towers. Rubble littered the once-proud courtyards. Ash drifted down like black snow, silent over the wounded and the dead.

But the sun rose.

For the first time in days, the sky above the keep wasn’t choked in voidflame. Just morning light, thin and pale.

We’d survived.

But survival came at a cost.

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The Names of the Fallen

A thousand names.

Carved into a wall of obsidian.