The skies over Arkonia were painted in hues of soft gold and violet as dawn broke over the kingdom. The battle was over, the Crimson Eye banished, and the dragon's final roar had echoed into eternity. The people who had once cowered in fear now stepped forward, their gazes no longer filled with dread but with cautious hope.
Sylvara stood atop the citadel, watching the first light of morning kiss the ruins of what had once been Arkonia's grandest palace. The sigil barriers had been repaired, and though the scars of battle remained, there was peace. Yet, despite their victory, a lingering unease gripped her heart. The magic of the world—once vibrant, once flowing through every creature, plant, and breath of wind—was still waning. They had stopped the immediate destruction, but they had not yet found the answer to the vanishing magic.
The heirs gathered beside her, their faces marked by exhaustion yet held firm with determination. Revyn, his once-cocky demeanor softened by the trials he had faced, gazed into the distance. Veyra, always attuned to the whispers of nature, frowned as she traced a symbol in the air—where once it would have shimmered with life, now it barely flickered. The energy of Arkonia, of the entire world, was fading. And they had no idea how to restore it.
"What if this was only the beginning?" Veyra murmured, voicing the fear they all shared.
Sylvara exhaled slowly, the weight of the dragon's final words pressing against her chest. The age of harmony had begun—but harmony could not exist without balance. The forces of chaos had been beaten back, but the world itself remained in peril.
"The answers are still out there," Sylvara said, turning to face the heirs. "We may not know how to bring magic back yet, but we will find a way."
A rustling in the wind carried something unexpected—a single ember, glowing faintly, drifting through the air. It was small, almost insignificant, but it pulsed with an energy Sylvara recognized instantly. It was magic. Faint, weakened, but still alive.
The heirs exchanged glances, understanding dawning in their eyes and who's the child of prophecy Veyra!!
Revyn..!
Magic wasn't entirely gone. It was just... lost.
As the first rays of sunlight bathed Arkonia in warmth, a new journey unfolded before them. The battle had ended, but their true quest had only just begun.
And so, the Dragons of Arkonia stepped forward, ready to seek the truth hidden beyond the horizon. The story was not over—only this chapter had come to a close.
The End… for now.