Harland's eyes sharpened as centuries of battle experience surged within him, allowing him to overcome the initial shock of the imposing dragon. He shouted unwaveringly to his comrades, "We need to fight with everything we've got if we want a chance!"
Jamar and Overion exchanged determined glances, their fear suppressed by steely determination. Escape was impossible; their only option was to fight with all their might.
Jamar drew his golden bow without wasting a moment, nocking an arrow gleaming with volatile energy. Overion's hands began weaving intricate patterns, abyssal energy swirling around him like a dark storm.
