[The music begins to fade. Drums slow. Wind rises. The battlefield becomes distant—like it’s being swallowed by the sky.]
[Angmar (low, controlled):]
Enough.
[Silence stretches.]
Enough.
These mortals… dare to stand?
They dare to bleed… and call it defiance?
[A deep, distant rumble—like thunder that hasn’t arrived yet.]
I have watched them long enough.
I have allowed them their courage.
Their fires. Their fragile hope.
[Faint echoes of battle below—muffled, far away.]
But hope does not make them strong.
It makes them… deluded.
[A slow, sub-bass pulse begins to build.]
I am a dragon.
I am the shadow that crawled across empires.
The silence that followed kings.
Centuries have bent to my will—
…and now they raise their hands to the sky?
[A distant metallic strain—Stormbreaker groaning under pressure.]
No.
They are insects that learned to shout.
Let them strike down the lesser ones.
Let them boast as wyverns fall and drakes burn.
It changes nothing.
[Heartbeat—slow. Heavy.]
For I am not like them.
I do not fall.
I do not flee.
I do not lose.
[Wind shifts. Air pressure changes. Something vast moves overhead.]
I feel it…
That blade below.
Drake’s Bane.
[A faint metallic resonance—like a sword reacting in the distance.]
A clever name. A mortal trick.
A sword cannot reach the sky.
A sword cannot touch what it cannot touch.
Let them cling to their weapons.
Let them believe steel makes them gods.
They will learn.
A dragon does not kneel.
A dragon does not yield.
A dragon does not fear fire…
…when he is the fire.
No more restraint.
No more watching.
No more patience given to creatures who mistake survival for strength.
Isolde speaks of caution…
I speak of truth.
[The sound builds—sub-bass, low choir, pressure rising in the air.]
The sky…
is mine.
[A breath of silence.]
[MUSICAL RE-ENTRY / TRANSITION]
[Low strings begin—slow, ominous. Drums return like a distant heartbeat. The choir barely audible beneath the sound of gathering wind.]
[On “The sky is mine”—]
[👉 FULL DROP]
[Drums slam back in
Choir surges
Music returns to full force]
[CONTINUATION — DRAGON ENTERS THE FIGHT]
[The sky screams with pressure. Something immense moves into position.]
No more hiding.
No more watching these upstarts tear apart what is mine.
[faint, massive roar building under the music]
Let them see what they have summoned.
Let them understand—
They did not challenge an army.
They did not challenge a war.
They challenged a dragon.
ElCeviche
