chapter 19 the battle line's are drawn

Eryndor stood tall, the Red Dragon Emperor by his side. The Chaos Brigade halted before them, their malevolent energy a palpable force.

"We'll crush you and your dragon," Lyra spat, her voice venomous. "The Demon King's reign will never be threatened."

Gorthok cracked his knuckles, eager for battle. Xandros drew his sword, its blade shimmering with dark energy.

The battle was about to begin. Eryndor steeled himself, ready to face the Chaos Brigade and protect the realm from destruction. The Red Dragon Emperor roared, its flames burning brighter, as if sensing the impending clash.