The Draknsigil was not a token.
It was not an emblem, nor a badge, nor an artifact.
It was an order.
A supreme command issued by the Draknhold Bastion—the oldest, most ancient martial force within the United Dominion, its roots buried deep across centuries of forgotten wars and vanished dynasties.
It was said that across the Dominion and scattered worldwide, countless dormant powerhouses—retired generals, vanished martial legends, hermits living atop barren cliffs, hidden masters walking among common crowds—were all once warriors of the Bastion.
They had stepped away from the public eye…
but their loyalty to one man remained unshaken.
When the Draknsigil emerged,
every old commander of the Bastion had one duty:
Answer.
And they would.
The moment Issac uttered those words, the at
