Looking over your shoulder, you see the army holding its ground. This beast has hounded them for days, and it follows many into their nightmares. Yet they are ready to fight it, their morale holding strong.

Ordering the closest squad to engage the Wyrm, the men and women rush forward, spears low. The Wyrm senses the oncoming targets and wheels around to face them. As it plows into the squad, you move to its flanks.