The morning sun brought little reprieve from the horrors of the night. The scarabs had left, but their devastation lingered, a grim reminder of the Pharaoh's power. Streets once bustling with life now lay silent, littered with scorched carapaces and the bodies of those who couldn't escape the swarm. The air smelled of burnt flesh and ash, a stench that seemed to cling to the walls of Valoran itself.
James stood atop the highest tower of his keep, his piercing blue eyes scanning the horizon. His dragon senses tingled, an uneasy energy coursing through the air. Something darker was coming.
"James." Lynara's voice broke his concentration. She approached with measured steps, her fiery blue hair cascading over her shoulders. Her swords were sheathed, but her posture remained tense, ready for battle.
He turned to her, his expression grim. "The scarabs were just the opening act. The Pharaoh is testing us."