The group of Ascendants from Pyrohaven, Glacierfell, Stormhaven, Terravale, and Duskridge delved deeper into the foreboding depths of the Death Land. With each step, the landscape grew more desolate and the air more oppressive. It wasn't long before they encountered more of the mysterious undead beasts that had earlier left them bewildered and apprehensive.
These encounters soon turned into a persistent challenge, wearing on the nerves and stamina of the Ascendants. The undead beasts, unlike anything they had faced before, seemed to be everywhere, emerging from the shadows and the crevices of the land.
The Pyrohaven Ascendant, his brow furrowed in frustration, swung his sword with precise, powerful strikes, only to find the beasts relentlessly advancing despite severe injuries. "These creatures are giving me a real headache," he grumbled, wiping the sweat from his brow. His usual fiery confidence was now tinged with irritation.
