In realms of might where empires rise,
They pulsate beneath the skies,
A force that shapes both earth and sea,
A potent thread, weaving destiny.
In every breath, its presence lingers,
Majestic, yet with unseen fingers,
It builds great towers, it breaks the chains,
Defines the strong, subdues the plains.
It molds the minds, it shapes the will,
A force that few can ever still,
From ancient thrones to modern days,
It shifts the tides in myriad ways.
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Raavi froze.
Xyron?
Like the First Dragon?
She shouldn’t think about it much, considering that there are certain people who would name their children the same as the Firsts or their ancestors. It is not even the first time she has heard someone with the name Xyron.
And yet, she was still unable to snap herself out from he
