The dawn sky stretched dark and restless over the Dragon Kingdom, thick clouds forming an ominous shroud as if nature itself awaited the coming conflict. The air crackled with the unsteady energy of an approaching storm, filling the soldiers and Dragonkin with both anticipation and dread. In the castle courtyard, every ally, warriors, Dragonkin, and Valoran's reinforcements, took their place in defensive ranks, ready to defend their last bastion.
James stood on the main balcony, eyes scanning the horizon. His form was cloaked in the powerful aura of the Dragonborn, an energy only heightened by the trials he'd overcome. His normally calm blue eyes held a fierce, determined glint, his ornate dragon-shaped armor glistening with faint streaks of energy.