Those who would oppose Everblight?s will must stand ready to pay a heavy cost, and it is Lylyth, the dragon?s Reckoning, who will exact that price. Those few who have survived Lylyth?s raids speak of the susurration of runners on frozen ground and an ominous keening noise in the air. As the first arrows strike, that sound is revealed to be wind whistling along the cruelly barbed blades and across the overlapping metal scales of her war sleigh as it is pulled across the snow by powerful ulks, their horns lowered to smash through anything in their path.