As they continued to fight their way through the relentless skeletal minions, the air grew thicker, almost suffocatingly heavy, as if the temple itself were resisting their advance. Each step closer to Thak'ra's inner sanctum felt harder, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on their shoulders, sapping their energy. James clenched his teeth, feeling the pressure bear down on him, but he pushed through, his dragon blood burning within him, fueling his determination.
Pippy and Lynara flanked him, fending off the skeletal soldiers with agility and force, their movements precise and deadly. Pippy's daggers flashed in the dim light, each strike disassembling the undead, sending bones clattering to the floor. Lynara, empowered by her dragonkin strength, crushed any skeletons that dared get too close, her claws tearing through them like parchment.
