"I see something coming from above!"
The man holding a piece of roasted meat shot to his feet, his drink spilling to the ground.
"It's a monster! No… something else!" he shouted, panic in his voice.
His companions, sitting around the campfire, barely paid him any attention. They were still drinking, laughing, singing, and dancing, completely dismissing his alarm.
"Sit down and stop shouting! You dropped your drink, you fool!" another man called out between bursts of laughter.
Then, another scream erupted from across the camp.
"An ambush! A massive ambush attacking our alliance!" someone yelled, sprinting toward the largest tent in the area.
"Lord Bolin! There's an ambush!"
Within seconds, a tall figure burst out from the tent. A man with long white hair and a furious expression. His sharp eyes darted upward, catching sight of something descending from the clouds.
"There's an attack! Everyone up. Defensive positions!" his voice boomed across the camp like a thunderclap.
