Even now, High Lord Triamlavar can't believe what has happened. Lotharia was surrounded by the Undead armies, and the Elves were preparing their final defense, determined to take as many of the enemy with them as they could. But before battle began in earnest, the air was filled with the flapping of mighty wings.

The dragon flight swooped down on Lotharia, fire dripping from their mouths. But instead of unleashing their assault on the Elven towers, the Dragons banked sharply and rained flaming destruction on their one-time allies, the Undead. In moments, the Elven warriors joined the fray, turning what was to be their last stand into a victory. Before the sun rose again, the Undead were forced to retreat.

There is a new wind rising out of Lotharia, and it carries the hope of victory.