The eerie blue glow of the altar filled the Hall of Ancestors, casting long shadows across the faces of the ancient Dragonborn statues that lined the walls. James, Cherry, Pippy, and Eryndra rushed forward, the weight of the moment pressing down on them like a heavy fog. At the center of the room, Kyra stood before the glowing altar, her hands raised as she whispered an incantation in an ancient, guttural tongue. The power she was channeling was palpable, the air crackling with dark energy as she attempted to awaken Zarathros's dormant power.
James's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the pull of the magic, the ancient Dragonborn energy within him resonating with the altar's power. This was the moment he had feared, the moment when Zarathros's influence could be unleashed upon the world once more.
"Kyra!" James shouted, his voice echoing through the vast chamber. "Stop! You don't know what you're doing!"
