As the moon ascended over the cursed sands, a chilling silence swept through the battlefield. The once relentless clamor of battle stilled, the only sound now the Pharaoh's resonant incantations echoing ominously across the dunes. The black orb of energy in his grasp grew to an impossible size, radiating malice so palpable it made even the bravest warriors falter. James took a step forward, his fists glowing with the energy of his dragon heritage, wings unfurling behind him in a majestic display of power.
"We must stop him before he unleashes that!" Emilia called, her silver hair glinting in the moonlight as she loosed another arrow, striking down an advancing mummy. "Whatever he's conjuring will destroy us all!"