The quiet peace that had settled over the Dragon Kingdom was shattered in the dead of night. James stood atop one of the watchtowers, overlooking the vast plains and hills that surrounded the Dragonkin's domain. His eyes scanned the horizon, his instincts prickling with the undeniable sense that something was coming.
Behind him, the Dragonkin forces were preparing, their weapons sharp, their armor gleaming in the dim light of the moon. The tension in the air was palpable, every warrior aware that their enemy was on the move. But no one could have predicted the sheer scale of the assault that was about to unfold.
Cherry landed beside James, her wings folding back as she joined him on the tower. "It's too quiet out there," she muttered, her sharp eyes scanning the distance. "Something's wrong."
James nodded, gripping Zeldor tightly. "I can feel it too. The Draugr armies… they're moving. And it's not just a raid this time."
