A thunderous crash shook the battlefield as a massive figure landed with earth-shattering force.
For a heartbeat, everything froze—magic flickered out mid-cast, weapons halted mid-swing, and every gaze turned toward the ominous silhouette that had just descended.
Even Aemon, who had been grinning ever since the fighting began, lost all trace of amusement. His smirk faded, replaced by a sharp frown that cut across his face like a blade.
A lone figure leapt down from the back of the ice dragon, landing with a soft but resolute thud.
He moved like a shadow through the chaos—unbothered, undeterred. No one from either side dared to act. All eyes were locked on the newcomer, unsure of who—or what—had arrived to shift the tides.
Then, as the figure approached, a familiar, crooked grin spread across Dain's face.
"Good timing, my friend!" he roared, his voice booming across the stunned battlefield.
