S1 E68: The Siege of Eldoria.

                                    

                                          
Evelina and others tried so hard to fight them but their dragons and they are unstoppable. After defeat from kingdoms, everyone gathers on hallowdale, around dragon castle. 
The skies over Eldoria darkened as Helena hovered above the battlefield, her massive black feathered wings casting an ominous shadow over the circular wall. Her voice echoed like a thunderclap, shaking the hearts of those below.
"Give me the throne and the crown, or suffer the consequences!" she demanded, her voice laced with venom and authority.
On the ground, Isabella stood at the front lines, her silver hair gleaming like molten metal, her dragon tattoo glowing faintly as if it were alive. Her eyes burned with fury and sorrow as she surveyed the carnage around her. Hundreds of humans and supernaturals lay lifeless, their blood staining the ground as the titanic dragons of the seven ancient titans roared in unison, their massive claws tearing into the circular wall of Eldoria.
"You will never have the crown, Helena!" Isabella’s voice trembled with a mix of rage and despair. "This world has suffered enough because of your greed."
Helena smirked, unfazed by Isabella’s defiance. She raised her hand, summoning Arathor to her side. The leader of the Ancient Coven of Masters stepped forward, his amethyst eyes glowing with power.
“Shall I silence her for you, my queen?” Arathor asked, his tone polite yet dripping with malice.
“No,” Helena replied coldly. “Let her live long enough to watch her precious Mecatopia crumble.”
Behind Isabella, the students and professors of Mecatopia Academy gathered, their faces a mix of fear and determination. Professors Felix and Evelina led the charge, rallying the students to defend their home.
"Stay focused!" Felix growled, his alpha werewolf aura radiating strength. "The wall won’t hold forever. If it falls, we fight to the last breath!"
Evelina, her fire powers blazing, looked to Isabella. “We need you, Isabella. If we’re going to win this, you need to be at your strongest.”
Isabella nodded, clutching the pendant around her neck. She knew what was at stake. This wasn’t just about a crown—it was about the future of their world.
The wall of Eldoria trembled as Valtor, the Shadowborn, unleashed a torrent of darkness. The living shadows tore at the stone like ravenous beasts, creating fissures that spread rapidly. Seraphina, the Alchemist Witch, followed close behind, hurling vials of toxic green liquid at the defenders. Wherever the potions landed, they erupted into plagues of writhing, corrosive mist.
“Fall back! Regroup!” Felix roared as the mist crept closer.
But Isabella held her ground, summoning the power of the eight dragon souls within her. Her tattoo burned brightly, and with a guttural roar, she unleashed a torrent of dragon fire that swept across the battlefield, consuming Seraphina’s mist and forcing the titans’ armies to retreat momentarily.
Helena laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. “Is that all you’ve got, Isabella? You can’t protect them forever.”
From the sky, Circea, the Mistress of Frost, descended, her icy aura chilling the air. She extended her hands, summoning a massive storm of ice and hail that rained down on the defenders. Evelina countered with a wall of fire, the clash of elements creating a steamy haze that obscured the battlefield.
Arathor, sensing the chaos, raised his hands and cast his most potent spell. The minds of the weaker students faltered, their wills bending to his command.
“Join us,” he whispered, his voice echoing in their minds. “Fight for the true queen.”
Several students turned against their peers, their eyes glazed over as they attacked without mercy. Evelina screamed in frustration, her flames faltering as she defended herself against former allies.