Long before the world knew of kingdoms rising and falling, of wars waged for thrones and power, there existed an ancient and untamed land at the far eastern reaches of the known world. This land was called Drakenshard, a rugged expanse of jagged mountains, dense forests, and dark rivers, where dragons once roamed freely, and where the skies were forever painted with the hues of battle and prophecy. The very winds whispered the names of gods and heroes, and the soil was rich with the bloodlines of kings long forgotten.
At the heart of this land stood the Skarn Clan, a proud and fierce people who had always believed themselves to be the chosen guardians of Drakenshard. Their roots stretched back to the First Men, a tribe said to have lived in harmony with the gods of nature and war. The Skarns had always held that they were called by the Old Gods to protect not just the land but the mysteries hidden within its deepest caves and towering peaks. But unlike other clans, whose strength lay in their warriors and the sharpness of their swords, the Skarns wielded a power much older and more profound—the power of the runes.

I am very sorry to tell ya'll that for a while I won't be able to publish new chapter as I am having health issues so wait for a month or two and we'll be back with new plots and characters and everything. 


For now farewell, let's meet after a few months. 


Chapter 37 - HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT