Horizon stood alone now, his undead legion shattered and absent. The battlefield felt strangely silent, yet tension coiled in the air like a predator waiting to pounce.
He could feel their eyes on him, assessing, measuring. Surely they would attack now, with him seemingly at his weakest.
But he was calm. If they dared to make a move, he would show them the folly of underestimating him.
Among his enemies, Seraphina and Aria were the most dangerous—their skills and synergy made them a nightmare to face. Still, Horizon was confident that he could take them on.
Horizon clenched his fists, feeling the faint hum of power resonate within him. The dragon gifted by the Apple Tree Dragon pulsed faintly in his mind, a comforting presence alongside his Dracolich—a skeletal beast of fury and destruction.
With the two dragons unleashed, he could win the battle against Wingless Valkyries.
