The storm continued to intensify, casting an ominous shroud over the battlefield. Waves of red lightning arced through the sky, illuminating the twisted forms of Zarathros's undead minions as they rallied with renewed fervor. The soldiers on the walls could feel the temperature drop, a chilling reminder of the darkness that encroached on the Dragon Kingdom.
The necrodrake, though weakened from James and Lynara's powerful combined assault, was still very much alive, its eyes glowing with malice. Its skeletal wings flared as it released another harrowing screech, sending nearby soldiers staggering back in horror. Acid dripped from its jaws, sizzling against the ground, eating away at stone and armor alike.
"Keep your defenses up!" Sasha's voice rang out, clear and resolute as she took her place on the wall. Her sword gleamed, raised high as she rallied the soldiers. "This creature is relentless, but so are we!"
