The Last Blood Mage

Immortality

Beneath the opulent tyranny of King Valor's court, hidden from the eyes of the common folk and even the most loyal of his soldiers, lay a secret that whispered of darker ambitions. Deep underground, in a workshop veiled in shadow and secrecy, the mages of Drakonia toiled away, their focus centered on a sight both magnificent and macabre—a giant corpse of a dragon, its once-majestic wings now lifeless and spread across the cold stone floor.

The air was thick with the scent of magic and decay, as the mages, under the direct command of King Valor, worked feverishly to extract the latent powers within the dragon's remains. The room buzzed with arcane energy, the hum of spells and incantations merging with the low murmur of the mages' voices.

"Are we close?" hissed a mage, his hands glowing with a pale light as they hovered over the dragon's heart. "The king grows impatient for results."

His colleague, a woman with eyes that burned with a mix of fear and determination, nodded. "Yes, the ex