Dragon Soul - Script

Kaelen dipped his brush into a well of molten obsidian. To save the valley, he had to scribe the glyph for Ignis Aeterna —Eternal Ember. But the Script was a living thing. If the scribe’s heart wavered, the ink would consume them.

In his mind’s eye, a Great Gold dragon opened its eye. “Why do you seek our fire, little spark?” a voice thundered in his blood. Dragon Soul Script

The scroll didn't burn. Instead, the Script ignited with a soft, amber glow. The light spilled out of the window, cascading down the tower like a golden waterfall. Wherever the light touched the snow, it vanished. The frozen river groaned and cracked, turning back into rushing water. Kaelen dipped his brush into a well of molten obsidian

"The balance is tilting," Kaelen whispered. Below his tower, the kingdom of Oakhaven was freezing. A perpetual winter, conjured by a rogue sorcerer, had turned the soil to iron and the rivers to glass. If the scribe’s heart wavered, the ink would consume them

The dragon’s presence surged. Kaelen didn't fight the heat; he welcomed it. He finished the final curve of the glyph—a jagged, soaring line that looked like a wing in flight.