Bali, Elena, Veronica, Quin, and the entire knight of Nelvora stood in breathless anticipation as the thunderous march of the Ragnar army bore down on them, accompanied by the majestic ascent of dragons into the sky.
"Wow, it's even more terrifying than I imagined," Veronica's voice trembled slightly, her fingers instinctively clenching around the hilt of her heroic weapon.
Elena's heart raced as she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of anxiety and determination, "It's finally upon us... I can't help but feel a knot of nervousness." Her hands moved restlessly, fingers intertwining as her gaze remained locked on the approaching dragons, their powerful wings casting shadows over the battlefield.
"Nervous? I'm pumped… we finally get to fight the bastard... no way I'd miss this for the world," Bali's voice brimmed with excitement as he cast his gaze downward, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.