The battle had been a monstrous ordeal, the atmosphere choked with the sickening stench of sulfur and spilled blood.
Panting heavily, we stood amidst the havoc, trying to regain our strength.
Doru's eyes that were usually serene, were now bright with a wild excitement and a trace of anxiety.
With a trembling hand, he unfurled an ancient scroll he had discovered.
'This is…' I stopped for a moment.
"What is that?" My voice seemed foreign to my ears, strained and hoarse from shouting commands and curses in the chaos.
This couldn't be… 'He already had it?'
Doru gulped, gripping the scroll tighter. "It's something I've been hiding from the family for years."
The soil beneath us in this accursed place felt dense and unyielding, like a slab of cold, hard iron.
The mere act of standing felt like a battle in itself, the pressure as if a thousand needles were puncturing our feet every passing second.
