Kale floated amidst the chaos of his battle with Erend a moment ago. Black mist coiling around him like a dying shroud. His once defiant expression now faltered under the weight of grim acceptance.
The power they have that they once believed was unmatched had proven futile against the two Dragonborn. Erend and Eccar loomed before him in their monstrous Dragon forms, towering and majestic, their auras radiating devastating power.
Their massive wings blotted out the skies, their scales shimmering with an ominous crimson and molten black glow.
Kale's breaths came in ragged gasps, each one carrying the weight of despair. He clenched his fists, dark energy pulsing erratically around him.
"This is it. If I can't defeat them, I'll take them with me. No one will claim victory today!" he thought while gritting his teeth.
