Le Liber Veyne

I am not a hero. I am a witness. I am the Liber Veyne, a sentient grimoire bound by blood to a noble House on the brink of extinction. My founder sacrificed his soul so that his lineage would never walk blind. For 44,500 years, I have watched the glories and the falls of this family. Now, I am bound to Silas, a twenty-year-old young man, Stage 1 of cultivation, heir to a ruined tower and a clan of barely thirty souls. Magnus, his father, died leaving an unfinished secret: a traitor breathes within our own walls. Silas must uncover them before House Harlon, our ancient rival, finishes swallowing us whole. In the shadows, cursed cousins feed on our broken oaths. Elves await the restoration of an ancestral vow. Sects hate us. And somewhere, a Dragon of Justice has slumbered for eight thousand years, waiting for the House to become worthy again. Silas will have to climb the nine stages of the Way of Oaths, master the elements, forge seals, and judge the treacherous. I am his memory, his advisor, his weapon. But I am also a fragment of a soul forty-four millennia old, and my patience has limits. In a world where every promise carries magical weight, where a word can kill or save, the House must survive. The House before the blood.