The sheer gravitational pressure of the Bone Dragon’s aura forced the vanguard to their knees. The creature didn't just blot out the moon; it seemed to consume the very concept of light. Its massive skeletal wings, draped in tattered, pulsating black ice, beat against the toxic air, sending a hurricane of petrified ash and necrotic fog tearing across the battlefield.
"Hold the line!" Valen bellowed, but his voice was barely a whisper against the roaring tempest. The Iron Ridge warriors raised their heavy shields, but the wind alone was enough to send armored men skidding backward across the frozen dirt.
High above the ruined central palace, the Bone Dragon unhinged its massive, skeletal jaw. A horrifying, mechanical screech pierced the night before it unleashed a torrent of violet, necro
