The storm intensified as the dark clouds spread like an endless shroud across the sky, covering the entire Dragon Kingdom in darkness. Thunder crackled, its sharp, echoing roar a testament to the destructive power looming just out of sight. James, his dragon aura flaring around him, stood in the eye of the storm, gathering his strength for what he knew was the confrontation of his life.
Beside him, his wives and allies prepared themselves for the worst. Sasha's sword glinted as she gripped it tightly, her dark hair blowing wildly in the gusts of wind. Emilia stood steady, her keen elven senses focused and her silver hair streaming behind her. Yori raised her hands, weaving protective spells that shimmered like a faint veil of light over the warriors near her. They all understood the gravity of the moment, the silence before the storm.
A sudden shout from a nearby scout broke the eerie calm. "The horde is pushing from the north!"
