In the ruins of an ancient Valyrian forge, Andrew found the anvil of his ancestors. Using dragonfire and incantations from the Codex, he forged a spear tipped in obsidian, its haft wrapped in the scales of a long-dead wyrm.
He named it Skyfang. It moved with his will, returning to his hand as if summoned by blood. With Vharaxes watching, he tested its edge on stone—it sliced through as if it were parchment.
That night, he etched glyphs into the spear: one for fire, one for loyalty, and one for vengeance.
He was no longer just a sorcerer or dragonlord. He was a warrior.