Every vow is forged in blood. And Eliryn will make sure the crown chokes on it. She fled the citadel on dragonback, shadows chasing her through a sky weeping with her ruin. But escape is not deliverance. And destiny does not let go. The Sightless Prophecy whispers of a second song-one that can awaken magic or bind the realm in chains forever. Forgotten creatures stir, demanding justice for centuries of forced silence. And the crown, steeped in death and suffering, will drain the realm hollow before it yields. Oaths fracture. Loyalties shift. Retribution rises. Because survival is no longer enough. The realm will not be remade in mercy- but in blood.