Peace was supposed to be the prize. It might be their tomb.

Fresh from wedding vows, Princess Lyra believes the hard part is over. War ended. Dragons blessed three unions bridging decades of bloodshed. For one perfect day, the future gleams bright.

Then a border scout collapses: villages are disappearing. Not destroyed. Not conquered. Simply erased from existence. People, buildings, even memory consumed by something that leaves only empty earth.

Their dragons-ancient, powerful, invincible-grow uneasy. Whatever feeds on their world isn't just hungry. It's growing stronger.

They discover traces of an intelligence vast and terrible. Traditional weapons are useless. Dragon-fire barely slows it. Worse, this force feels aware, studying them, learning, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The newly crowned Duke and his fierce princess. The golden prince and his awakening spy. The dream-walker and his physician. Six people bound by fresh vows must face a terror that has outlasted empires. Their love might be their greatest strength, or the vulnerability that dooms them all.

What do you do when the apocalypse doesn't want to fight-it wants something else entirely? Can six people rewrite fate when every sign says the story's already over?