Legend Of The White Dragon Watch -

“You are not a warlock,” the dragon’s voice thundered inside her skull, cold and tired. “You are a thief. Good. Thieves are clever.”

Velynx, the last of the Great White Dragons, lay impaled by a shard of black obsidian—a weapon forged by a long-vanished order of warlocks. His once-blinding white hide was cracked and grey, and his breath, which could freeze rivers, was now a weak, rattling gasp. As Elara approached, a single, enormous opal eye opened.

And on the darkest nights, when the black shard pulses with malice, the scale hand finally twitches. For the legend concludes that no one can watch forever. When the last Warden’s heart finally breaks—from loneliness, from love, or from hope—the scale hand will move. The dragon will rise one last time. And the true winter will begin.

The dragon reached out a single, razor-sharp claw and touched her chest. He did not draw blood, but drew forth her shadow . He breathed upon it, and the shadow turned white as fresh snow, solidifying into a perfect, icy timepiece: the White Dragon Watch.

The legend says that the White Dragon Watch is still out there. Travelers near the Dragon’s Tooth sometimes hear two heartbeats in the snow: one heavy and reptilian, one light and human. They see a faint white glow on a wrist made of translucent ice, ticking away the seconds of a world that has forgotten its promise.

The watch had no numbers. Its face was a disc of captured moonlight, and it had three hands: one of frost, one of ash, and one of a single, white dragon scale. The frost hand ticked with the advance of the curse. The ash hand marked the fading life of Velynx. And the scale hand… never moved. That hand, the dragon said, marked the moment the last true heart would break the pact.