Darkness swallowed them whole, as they stepped into the fortress.
However only just a second afterwards and a spark, a tiny flame bloomed from the end of a staff, held aloft by one of the guards trailing Elyon. The light flickered, casting long shadows that danced on the cold stone walls of the fortress.
The guard, clutching the staff, scanned the foreboding expanse of the fortress, his face etched with alertness and caution. "The others must have gone ahead," another adventurer muttered, his steps echoing softly as he ventured further into the stone labyrinth.
The fortress breathed an icy, lethal air. As they probed further into its shadowy depths, the sensation of encroaching death seemed to intensify, tightening its grip with each echo of their footfalls.
