The battlefield simmered with tension as dawn fought to break through the oppressive storm conjured by Zarathros. Lightning streaked across the sky in wicked crimson flashes, casting eerie shadows over the amassed forces of the Dragon Kingdom. The defenders steeled themselves, weapons clutched tightly, nerves taut. Every breath was a reminder that they now faced the greatest evil their world had known.
Sasha, Emilia, Yori, and the other warriors stood resolute at James's side, their faces reflecting a blend of fierce loyalty and determined bravery. Around them, the Dragonkin warriors, led by Lynara, flexed their clawed hands, their dragon-born blood simmering with battlelust and the urge to protect their kingdom.
