C21 The Broken Crown

The king had arrived.

Not fully.

Not yet.

But his presence alone darkened the skies above Skyrend.

Those golden eyes stared through the breach.

Ancient.

Endless.

Hungry.

Every dragon in the city felt it.

Every Shadowborn felt it.

Even the stones of Skyrend seemed to tremble beneath that gaze.

The true enemy was no longer hidden.

The true enemy was awake