As the fierce storm thundered above, flashes of lightning illuminated the battlefield, casting eerie shadows across the armies locked in brutal combat below. Amid the chaos, James and his companions fought tirelessly, their strength seemingly boundless as they pushed back wave after wave of shadow creatures and Draugr under Zarathros's command. Yet, for all their power, there remained a chilling sense that something darker and more potent was still on its way.
Then, just as a lull spread across the battlefield, a deep, bone-chilling roar echoed from the eastern horizon, louder and more terrifying than any sound heard that day. Heads turned, breaths caught, and an almost tangible wave of dread spread among friend and foe alike. Zarathros himself had arrived.
