The endless dragon armies stood against even larger forces clad in gold. Across the broken capital, weapons were raised, claws tightened, wings half-spread, and magic burned in the air as both sides locked themselves in a tense standstill. The ground between them was ruined beyond recognition, cracked by earlier battles and stained by the blood of warriors who had already fallen before either side could claim victory.
The tall warriors with pointed ears were gaining a slight advantage. Their golden ranks moved with cold discipline, each line stepping forward and retreating with terrifying control, cutting through the scattered dragon warriors whenever even the smallest opening appeared.
Countless bodies already covered the shattered ground, dragon blood running between broken stones while torn scales, snapped weapons, and burned banners marked how badly the battle had turned in Max's absence.
