The battlefield held its breath as James plummeted toward Zarathros, his form a blazing comet of blue light against the swirling storm. His allies below watched in tense silence, their hands gripping weapons and shields as their eyes followed his rapid descent. They knew that whatever Zarathros had planned, it would be unlike anything they'd faced before.
James descended with purpose, his energy pulsing and crackling around him like an aura of pure power. The world felt suspended, the thunder and clash of the battlefield dimming as he focused solely on the dark dragon below. Zarathros, twisting his massive form in the air, met James's gaze with a feral grin, his crimson eyes burning with malice and determination.
