Tears Of The Last Dragon

The Shadow Rises

Kael’s voice cut through the silence. The shadow moves again! He stood by the cave wall, his staff trembling, his one eye scanning the glowing rift in Dracolys-East’s Eternal Cave. The dawn sky darkened, the valley’s air heavy with a cold breeze, the four-day darkness lifting into a tense morning. Ten knelt before the rift, the Tear of the Last Dragon pulsing in his hand, his green eyes narrowed with focus. Helena gripped her hammer, her blue eyes steady with a forming plan, while Liora held Ten’s side, her face tight with concern. Sari clutched a stone, her green eyes darting, and Torin raised his warhammer, his broad frame tense. Lira flexed her fists, her silver hair damp, as the Four Kingdoms’ fighters gathered, their spirits wary.

The silver shadow grew from the rift, its form stretching like a web, its red eyes glowing faintly. Veyra’s voice echoed, promising strength. Your power will serve me. The land guardian rose, its golden light steady, facing the shadow’s advance. Ten fel