[Eric] The deeper we go… the louder it gets. Not the wind. Not the giants. The demon. The thing inside me that hungers for battle, for blood, for release. I breathe slow. I hold the line. I am not him. I am not it. Not yet. [Eric] Shadows coil beneath my ribs, A fire whispering through the cracks. “Let me out,” it hisses, “Let me burn them all.” But I grip my blade, Anchor myself in the cold, And remember Troy’s voice, Phillip’s laughter, Annie’s warmth. I fight the war inside as we march toward the war ahead. [Verse 2 – Troy, heroic baritone] The caverns widen into a cathedral of ice, Walls carved with scenes of giant triumph. Ogres chant in distant tunnels, Winter wolves howl from unseen ledges. The air tastes of frost and blood. We press on, Boots crunching over bones older than kingdoms. [Bridge – Coda, rhythmic breaths] Huh! Hoh! Ka‑ta‑ka! Storm below! Huh! Hoh! Ka‑ra‑ta! Forward we go! A tremor shakes the cavern floor. Heat pulses through the ice. The snow begins to melt in a perfect circle. Eric’s eyes widen. Troy raises his shield. Coda snarls. Chesa arches her back, fur sparking. The dome erupts— and the remorhaz bursts forth, a serpent of living flame. [Battle Section I – Crushing Riffs] [Troy] “STAND FAST!” I shout as the beast lunges. Its jaws clamp around my shield, melting steel like wax. I drive my sword into its throat, but the wound glows shut. [Eric] The demon surges— “YES, LET ME—” “No.” I leap, blade flashing, cutting deep into the molten plates. The smell of burning leather fills the air. [Coda] Huh! Hoh! Ka‑ta‑ka! Circle it! Strike as one! [Chesa] “Hrrr‑hahaha‑hrrr!” She leaps onto its back, claws glowing with arcane sparks. But the beast is too strong. [Troy] I raise the ring— the symbol of our brotherhood. “Phillip the Wild… ANSWER THE CALL!” [Phillip’s Entrance] A circle of fire tears open the air. Phillip steps through, towering, grinning, axe already raised. [Phillip] “BROTHERS! LET’S TURN THIS THING INTO BOOTS!” He charges. [Phillip] His axe cleaves through molten armor, splitting the beast’s spine. [Troy] I drive my blade into its heart, holy fire erupting from the wound. [Eric] I plunge my sword into its skull— and the demon roars with triumph. I force it down, gritting my teeth, refusing to let it take control. The remorhaz collapses, shaking the cavern. [Verse 4 – Eric, reflective] Among the bones and melted stone, I find relics untouched by flame: A cold wand, humming with frost; A scroll of elemental protection; A jeweled belt frozen in ice; A silver tube holding ancient runes. These I claim— not for greed, but for the battles yet to come. [Verse 5 – Troy, solemn] We descend deeper, past ogre‑magi whispering in dark corners, past emissaries bearing messages of war, past the bones of those who resisted. Until we find her— chained to a wall of ice, eyes fierce as starlight. [Rescue Section – Druna’s Awakening] I break the chains with holy flame. She collapses into my arms, weak but unbroken. [Druna] “I am Druna of the Silver Glade… Taken for refusing the Jarl’s command. You freed me. And I will not forget.” Her presence is striking— athletic, graceful, a warrior forged in moonlit steel. [Bridge – Druna + Eric harmonies] Druna: “Hope still lives.” Eric: “Even in shadow.” Druna: “Even in ice.” Eric: “Even in me.” Their voices blend— light and shadow, strength and restraint. We march together now— Troy, Eric, Phillip, Coda, Chesa, Druna— a fellowship of fire and frost. The caverns tremble with distant drums. Ballistae creak in the shadows above. The Jarl’s guards gather in the dark. The Great Hall awaits, lit by caged fire beetles, echoing with ancient power. Through the caverns of ice, through the thunder below, We march toward the Jarl where the cold winds blow. Steel and fire, heart and roar, Heroes rise to end this war! The throne of the Frost Giant Jarl stands ahead. The storm gathers. The earth trembles. And tonight… we end his reign.
