Now everything has come to this. Rynneth can no longer motivate his soldiers, for he himself cannot truly feel motivated by his own words.
The dragonborn looked up and saw the cracking sky resembling the mouth of a beast from the abyss. His heart was in turmoil, filled with anger and fear, all at once.
'What should I do'
The same question echoed in his head for the umpteenth time.
Rynneth's heart weighed heavy with the burden of fear and sadness as he surveyed the desolation that stretched out before him. The once vibrant kingdom now lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of the devastation wrought by the apocalypse.
As he looked upon the faces of his fellow Dragonborn, he could see the same fear and despair reflected in their eyes. Their scales, once gleaming with pride, now dulled by the weight of their grief.
Each of them carried the weight of loss, their hearts heavy with the memories of loved ones lost to the chaos.
