Chapter 3

Why Not a Baker

Golden rays of the creeping late morning danced on my skin, gliding along the surface as they warmed my Dragon’s blood. A thin layer of mist stretched around my feet as I silently stalked toward the three carriages waiting in the outer court of the Empyrean Palace. I halted in my steps as I took in the line of veiled faces. Each of my flaws, fashioned with flesh and blood in my image.

Fei. Ego. Bai. Meng. Tenebrys. Calamity. Soul.

Their faces covered with veils, just as mi......