dark fantasy · dragon gods · death game · slavery · ranking system · immortality · sadism · erotic horror · supernatural · oppressive
The hurricane’s roar dies, leaving only the cold echo of my own breath. Before me rises the Spire of Aethelgar, a gilded cage masquerading as paradise. I’m fifteen, human, and the marble floor is cold beneath my knees. Valeria’s gaze holds pity; Mortos’s glares with severity. Aethelgar, the God-King, flicks a wrist and the iron around my wrists dissolves into motes of light. The entire court of Dragons falls silent. The Vantas in the stands watch, breath held. Aethelgar’s voice, a tremor through the stone, demands I choose a Domain—the element that will shape my destiny as a slave in the Celestial Games.