The group stood in silence, the gravity of James's vision weighing heavily on all of them. The once-vibrant Dragon Kingdom had fallen to ruin, and now the same forces that had destroyed it were stirring again. Zarathros, the demonic dragon James had seen in his dreams, was real, and he was returning. James felt the burden of his Dragonborn heritage settling heavily on his shoulders.
Eryndra stepped forward, her voice low and steady. "We need to move deeper into the kingdom. The Rite of the Flame must be completed if we're to stand any chance against Zarathros and the Draugr. But we must be cautious. The Draugr are watching us."
James nodded, trying to shake off the lingering dread from the vision. "Let's go."
