The fierce battle echoed across the Dragon Kingdom as James descended from his aerial confrontation with Zarathros, his energy slightly drained but his spirit unyielding. He landed among his allies, their faces streaked with sweat and blood yet burning with unwavering determination. They had witnessed his display of power, the embodiment of their combined hopes and strength. It reminded each of them that, together, they were a force capable of facing even the darkest of foes.
James's wives hurried to his side, their concern masked beneath determined, steely gazes. Yori placed a comforting hand on his arm, her warmth infusing him with renewed energy.
"James, that was incredible," she said, pride filling her voice. "But we must be cautious. Zarathros won't underestimate you a second time."
