The sky over Valoran darkened as the Lich King's forces began to surge again, an endless tide of rotting flesh and skeletal warriors. The smell of death hung heavy in the air as the village's defenders regrouped, preparing for the next wave. The undead had broken through in several places, but the wall still stood, barely.
James stood near the center of the village, catching his breath, as the sounds of battle raged around him. His eyes drifted toward the horizon, where the Lich King still loomed, a distant, terrifying figure. The dark lord had yet to enter the fray himself, but James knew it was only a matter of time.
"James!" Faera's voice cut through the noise, drawing his attention.
