The air over Valoran was charged with an unnatural energy, a pulsating rhythm that seemed to beat in time with the red streaks of lightning splitting the eastern sky. James stood on the balcony of the war room, his glowing blue eyes scanning the horizon where the storm churned, spreading its malevolence toward the heart of Erodus. Around him, his companions gathered, each weighed down by the enormity of what lay ahead.
Sasha and Emilia flanked him, their faces a mix of determination and worry. Yori stood slightly back, her staff glowing faintly as she murmured a quiet prayer for strength. Lynara and Pippy were reviewing the combat formations, their voices firm as they coordinated with the Dragonkin and Valoran's soldiers. Cherry leaned against the far wall, her usual mischievous smirk absent as her crimson eyes watched the gathering forces below.
"Is everyone ready?" James asked, his voice steady but heavy.