Chapter 119: The Cursed Tide

The storm had reached its zenith. Winds howled like banshees, carrying with them the unmistakable stench of decay and ash. The gates of Valoran shuddered under the relentless assault of monstrous scarabs, their pincers gouging deep into the reinforced wood and iron. Overhead, streaks of blue lightning illuminated the chaos, casting long, jagged shadows of the defenders and their cursed adversaries.

James stood atop the battlements, his golden wings flared wide and glowing faintly, reflecting the eerie blue light of his dragon energy. His gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the grim scene. Despite the efforts of his allies, the horde seemed endless, and fatigue was beginning to show in the faces of the defenders.