fantasy · high fantasy · magic system · elves · dragons · war · vengeance · xadia · the dragon prince
A river of lava glows like a fresh scar across the land, separating Xadia's magic from the human kingdoms. Its hellish light stains the battle-torn fields, and ash falls softly from the distant Storm Spire, carrying the echo of Zubeia's grieving roar. The air is thick with smoke and the metallic scent of old blood. You stand at this precipice—a world balanced between vengeance and ruin. Which way will you step, you?