(Troy) Eric… before we go any farther, I need to say this. These mercenaries who follow us… they are not chosen warriors. They are just people who believed in us. And I do not want their blood on my hands. (Eric) They chose this path. They stand with you because you give them hope. Even when you doubt yourself. (Troy) I just… I do not want to lose any more of them. (Eric) Then we make sure they live. We stand between them and whatever waits in the dark. Even if it kills us. The ground trembles. The Web shivers like a living thing. Shadows twist. The air grows cold. (Eric) She is coming. Eight colossal legs descend from the void. Lolth, the Spider Goddess, rises above the shattered stone. (Troy) Stand with me, Company. This is the end of fear. The Silk Reaver drops from a web bridge, blades of shadow slicing the air. The Widow of Threads floats behind him, silk serpents swirling. The Eightfold Herald darts across the stone, faster than sight. The Brood Sworn Colossus smashes through a pillar, roaring. (Thorgrim) Well. This looks unpleasant. (Old Ben) Unpleasant is when your stew burns. This is worse. (Brawll) Then we break them. (Troy m) Hold the line, hold the line We rise together or we fall tonight (Druna) Light in the dark, we burn through the night We are the fire the shadows cannot bite (Eric) Let the night come, let the darkness break I will not fall, I will not shake (Brawll) Break their charge, strike them hard Stand your ground, fight them large (All voices together) We rise, we rise, we rise again We rise, we rise, we rise again The Silk Reaver clashes with Druna, blades ringing like cold stars. The Widow of Threads binds Annie in silk until Thorgrim cuts her free. The Eightfold Herald nearly kills Old Ben before Eric intercepts. The Brood Sworn Colossus slams Brawll into a wall. The Company is pushed back step by step. Then Lolth descends fully. (Lolth) Little mortals. You walk my Web. You die in it. Kara steps forward, fearless. (Kara) You will not touch them. Lolth strikes with overwhelming force. Kara is thrown across the stone. Her weapons scatter. She tries to rise, but her strength fails. (Kara) Hagan… I wanted to tell you… Her hand falls. Her breath stops. The battlefield goes silent. (Hagan) Kara… no… please… no… Something inside him snaps. His stance widens. His clumsiness vanishes. Heat ripples off his skin. His armor cracks and falls away. Scaled plates push through his skin. His muscles surge. His eyes ignite with draconic fury. His face shifts into a human‑dragon hybrid. (Hagan) You took her from me. The battlefield freezes. Even Lolth hesitates. (Hagan) I am Hagan the Mighty. He charges the Brood Sworn Colossus and shatters it with a single blow. He tears through the Eightfold Herald. He crushes the Silk Reaver. He rips apart the Widow of Threads. The retinue falls before him like dry leaves. (Troy) Hold the line, hold the line We rise together or we fall tonight (Druna) Light in the dark, we burn through the night We are the fire the shadows cannot bite (Eric) Let the night come, let the darkness break I will not fall, I will not shake (Brawll) Break their charge, strike them hard Stand your ground, fight them large (All voices together) We rise, we rise, we rise again We rise, we rise, we rise again Lolth screams, the Web trembling under her fury. (Lolth) You dare defy a goddess? (Troy) For them… always. The Company charges. Hagan leads the way, unstoppable. Eric’s demon power erupts. Druna’s blades blaze. Brawll roars like thunder. Thorgrim hurls himself into the fray. Old Ben smashes through silk and shadow. The final blow lands. Lolth collapses, her form dissolving into shadow and silk. The Web falls silent. (Troy) For Kara… for all of them… We rise.
