OFFICIAL FLAMEBORN STORE

The Pact is broken. The dragons are dying. And the Sunstone Throne…it bleeds. They look to me, a ghost from a forgotten age, to mend what is shattered. But I am no savior. I am merely a shadow, a remnant of a promise that was never kept. Yet, in the eyes of the girl, Lyra, I see a flicker of something…something that might yet ignite the embers of hope. They say the Hollow Throne still echoes with the whispers of the Dragon Lords," Lyra said, her voice barely audible above the wind. "They say a pact was forged there, in blood and flame. A pact that bound humans and dragons together. What do you know of it, Shadowhand?"