Battling the Wyrm...

The roar of the shadow wyrm echoed through Zarpha, shaking the foundations of the city. Its massive body coiled and lashed, crushing anything in its path.

Blackened scales glimmered with shadow energy, and its glowing eyes were like molten orbs, casting an eerie light over the battlefield.

Adrian stood on the wall, his fiery chains sparking with defiance. "We take it down now, or the city is lost!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

With stern but resolute expressions, the goddesses gathered around him. The wyrm's roar was met with the fierce battle cries of Zarpha's defenders, though fear lingered in their voices.

"Let's do this," Medea replied, her dark flames growing brighter.

"We've got this," Lilith added, her whip unfurling.

Hera, atop Solis, threw her spear. It spun in the air, its golden glow burning through the shadows.

"Go!"