Reincarnated as the Last Dragon Egg

The desert city of Aszura had no roads leading to it.

Not because it was hidden.

But because it refused to stay in one place.

Maps showed it shifting, flickering across the scorched lands like a mirage that remembered the past differently each time.

And those who tried to follow it?

They forgot why they came.

Or who they were.

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Isen stood at the edge of the Amber Dunes, cloak wrapped tightly against the wind that blew against time.

Her boots sank into golden sands that hummed with energy.

Behind her, the other Spiral Bearers waited.

But this journey, she would take alone.