A Crown of Shadow Series

Deep within a cavern at the edge of the world—a desolate, echoing gallery where ancient stone bore faded runes—the seven conspirators gathered in a veil of treachery. Unbeknownst to the realm’s inhabitants.

Cassius and Arianna, betrayed and stripped of their power in a single cruel stroke, were abandoned to their fate. Their only solace lay in a few precious moments to bid each other farewell, even as their daughter lay unconscious nearby.

In that fleeting moment, as Cassius’s rage surged to desperate intensity, he invoked a long-forgotten favor—a debt he had vowed never to call upon except in the direst need. 

Hidden within the decaying embrace of a crumbling archway, a mysterious figure stepped forward. The sage emerged, not entirely human but possessing an unsettling, creature-like quality. His pale, iridescent skin and sharply angular features complemented eyes that glowed like molten silver. Draped in a tattered, rune-inscribed robe, he moved with the fluid grace of a being beyond mortal measure.

“Save my daughter,” Cassius pleaded in a low whisper, his eyes flicking between the sleeping child and the enigmatic figure before him.

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