With a nod to Aldren, Reinhart, and Maze channeled their mana, the shimmering aura around them mingling together. Their hearts beat in synchronization, echoing the rhythm of hope amongst the threatening undercurrents of dread. They were in this chaos, fighting against odds that they barely comprehended, and they chose to battle. Not for glory, not for crowns, but for the promise of a safe tomorrow.
As the magical ground of Grin'nix opened, revealing the daunting figure of a Feral Dralkon looming above them, its silhouette a shadow of unstoppable destruction, they braced themselves. Nothing from the stories Reinhart had heard could ever do justice to the majestic monster that loomed over them like a towering skyscraper.
The deafening roars of the Feral Dralkon filled the atmosphere, threatening to shatter their resolve. Its skin glittered ominously in the moonlight, sickeningly beautiful for a monster that posed such grave danger.
