A murmur passed through the ranks, but it wasn't fear—it was agreement. Steeled resolve. Every warrior in that hall understood what was at stake.
Fafnir stepped forward, speaking with quiet confidence. "It's about time we finished this."
Veydris gave a short nod. "Agreed."
Zarathorak glanced toward me. "What now?"
I stepped forward, standing beside Luviyah.
"We start with the dragons," I said. "They're our first line of defense. If we can unite them before the enemy does, we can hold the line."
"And if we can't?" Ingi asked quietly.
I met his gaze.
"Then we make sure they fall before they can be of use to Pyrion."
Frostfang didn't speak, but the look in her eyes told me she was ready.
Luviyah raised her hand once more, the room falling silent.
"Prepare yourselves," she commanded. "You all know your roles. This is not just a war for survival—it's a war for the soul of this world."
