The sun was an eerie, muted orb as dawn broke over Valoran. Instead of bringing light and hope, it cast a pale, sickly glow over the kingdom. The camp was tense with anticipation, the soldiers and allies moving like ghosts through the mist that clung to the ground. The storm to the east rumbled ominously, heralding the Pharaoh's next move.
James stood atop the battlements of Valoran's outer wall, flanked by Sasha and Emilia. Pippy and Yori worked tirelessly below, organizing supplies and reassuring the citizens. Lynara and Cherry patrolled the skies, their dragonkin instincts heightened by the unnatural atmosphere.
"It's too quiet," Sasha muttered, her black hair whipping in the wind. She gripped her sword hilt tightly, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon.
"It won't stay that way for long," James replied grimly. His dragon-born senses were on edge, every fiber of his being telling him that something terrible was coming.