Chapter 120: The Pharaoh’s Warning

The battlefield lay in a state of eerie calm as the last echoes of the priest's demise faded into the wind. James stood in the center of the chaos, his breath labored, his blade still glowing faintly with residual dragon energy. Around him, the remnants of the cursed army disintegrated into black dust, carried away by the stormy winds. Yet, there was no sense of victory, only a heavy, ominous silence.

The refugees and soldiers of Valoran gathered together, their faces a mix of exhaustion and wary hope. Lynara, her spear still dripping with the ichor of fallen enemies, landed beside James. Her golden eyes scanned the horizon.

"It's too quiet," she said, her voice tinged with unease. "This isn't over."