But the East had a weapon—a fueled by alchemically treated oil. It fired at the dragon. Ignis collapsed, its scales cracking.
Selene and Elias, once bitter enemies, rode side by side. “Your fire will blind them,” Elias said. “And your frost will freeze their blades,” Selene replied. The clash was cataclysmic. Ignis soared overhead, breathing a jet-black flame that scorched the enemy’s banners. Frostvale ice-shards cut through arrows, while Frostvale wargs fought alongside Emberlyn warriors. githubio a dance of fire and ice portable
Victory was theirs. Yet the black dragon’s eyes warned of a greater storm—, still moving. 🌟 Epilogue: The Pact Eternal In the aftermath, the two houses swore an ancient bond: House Emberlyn and House Frostvale, fire and ice in one. But the East had a weapon—a fueled by