Rushing to the Desert Tundra

"How much further?"

Shouting back to Sterfen and the others, King Wilheim replied, "We're almost there! Give it a few more hours and we'll see the campgrounds."

Snow and wind buffeted the party's faces as they raced on the backs of the giant Glacier Wyrms. Like he had long ago, Dradich led his fellow wyrms while everyone rode on his back.

Dawn was almost breaking and everyone was anxious to reach their destination. That's when an alarming call reached King Wilheim via contact crystal.

"Sir! We need help!"

"What's wrong?!" questioned Wilheim. "Calm down and--"

"There are dragons, sir!" the military captain stated, not wasting any breath. "Their army is approaching from the side as well! We'll die if--"

"Sterfen!" Wilheim worriedly shouted and looked to the real man in charge.

"What's wrong?" Sterfen asked, understanding that something urgent was taking place.

"Dragons are on the battlefield! If we don't hurry, then…"