Teasers for book 4 (ignore the place holder typo)This is the cover which is in progress for book 4. Clearly still not done.

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And a teaser from Chapter 15 of book 4 (Chapter 161 per RR numbering)

I didn’t stop. I was enraged now.

Homes that had stood for centuries crumbled in mere seconds. Streets were upturned, revealing ancient sewers. The sheer scale of destruction was cataclysmic, a testament to my might and their folly. The scents of burning wood, charred flesh, and molten metal permeated the air. The once noisy slums were eerily quiet, save for the occasional groan of a collapsing structure.

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As the dust began to settle, all that remained was a scarred landscape, with the ruins of the slum as a grim reminder of the battle. The knights, once so determined, now lay scattered – those who survived were retreating, their pride and arrogance replaced with palpable fear. They had come expecting to face a beast. Instead, they encountered a force of nature, and their city would bear the scars of that lesson for generations to come.

Amidst all the chaos, the screaming was drowned out as the clouds gathered overhead unleashed their torrential bounty upon the slums. I stood there as the rain fell, washing away this affront to not only me but all dragonkind.