The chamber’s air grew heavy as Conor stepped back, the flames dimming slightly in response to his answers. All eyes turned to Kerrigan now. She felt the weight of their gazes—hopeful, skeptical, fearful—and knew that her trial would be no easier than Conor’s. Abraxas’s emerald eyes fixed on her, burning with a keen, relentless intensity that promised no mercy.The ancient stones seeming to press inward as Kerrigan stepped forward to face her trial. The crowd’s whispers rose and fell in hushed waves, their eyes fixed on her as the flames that had surrounded Conor receded. The weight of the moment was undeniable; this was not just a test of courage but a judgment that would strip away every pretense.The flames flared again, wrapping around Kerrigan in a fierce, swirling vortex that seemed almost alive, reacting to her every breath, every heartbeat. She felt the heat against her skin, not scorching but probing, searching for any sign of weakness. The dragon’s gaze was unblinking, his pr

The chamber was suffused with a tense, expectant silence as the flames receded from Kerrigan. She stepped back, breathless but unbowed, and the eyes of everyone in the room turned to the last figure left to face the dragons’ judgment: King Ryu Pinon. The King stood rigid, his posture defiant, but there was no mistaking the tension in his clenched jaw and the beads of sweat that dotted his brow. His authority, his very right to rule, was about to be put to the ultimate test.Abraxas loomed above, his presence commanding and unyielding, his emerald eyes locked onto the King with a piercing intensity. Celia’s light danced around the edges of the chamber, illuminating every flicker of doubt and every whispered murmur from the crowd. They had seen Conor and Kerrigan face the flames with honesty and resolve, and now they waited to see if their King would do the same—or falter under the weight of his own sins.The flames roared to life once more, encircling

as the cheers died down, all eyes shifted to King Ryu Pinon, the last to face the dragons’ judgment. The King stood alone, his posture rigid but his eyes filled with a mix of defiance and dread. The crowd’s murmurs grew uneasy, sensing the inevitability of what was about to come. Finally, Abraxas’s eyes turned to the man, isolated by the weight of his own choices. The flames, once fierce, now coiled around him like a serpent ready to strike. King Ryu Pinon remained defiant in his stance, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of fear.“Ryu Pinon, King of this realm, Guardian of the Crown, Keeper of the Kingdom’s Covenant,” Abraxas intoned, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade. “You have been granted power by the covenants of old, yet you have you have chosen to rule with authority, but not with wisdom. Your reign is without honor, and without regard for the sacred oaths that bind you.”Abraxas’s flam

Two days had passed since the dragons’ fiery judgment fell upon King Ryu Pinon, but the kingdom was still reeling.The shock of losing its monarch so suddenly had left the realm unmoored, and while Conor and Kerrigan had helped guide the kingdom through the immediate chaos, there was still unfinished business that weighed heavily on the court’s conscience.The fates of Kelan and Gregor Benedict—two men whose actions had threatened to tear the kingdom apart—still hung in the balance.The grand courtroom was once again filled to capacity, its walls echoing with the anxious murmurs of nobles, councilors, and the public. Media representatives lined the back, their cameras poised to capture every moment of what would surely be another historic day.The courtroom was not just a place of judgment today—it was a stage for the kingdom’s reckoning with its own failures. The people wanted to see justice, and they wanted to believe

The morning light filtered softly through the windows of Lokir House, casting a warm glow across the grand study where Conor and Kerrigan sat, surrounded by maps, documents, and the echoes of recent events.The trials were over, the kingdom had begun its journey toward healing, and the dragons’ judgment had set the realm on a path to a new beginning. But for Conor and Kerrigan, the work was far from finished.Today, they were not standing before a court or making speeches to the people; today, they were simply two partners trying to figure out how to balance the immense responsibilities that lay ahead.Kerrigan sat at the large oak table in the Lokir war room, her fingers tracing the edges of a map that spanned the entire kingdom.Her eyes moved over the marked locations—Jinstain, Lokir, Velyki—each one representing a piece of the life they were trying to build and manage. Conor stood by the window, looking out at the lush fields of Loki