In the treacherous and chaotic depths of the Death Land, the Tier 3 Ascendants faced a harrowing reality. Surrounded by the relentless undead, they realized the gravity of their situation. "We need to get out of here and inform the Tier 4 Ascendants," one of them, a seasoned warrior from Stormhaven, announced firmly, his voice cutting through the clamor of battle. His face, usually stoic, now bore an expression of deep concern.
His words resonated with the group. "He's right, we're out of our depth here," added a Pyrohaven Ascendant, wiping the sweat and grime from his brow as he parried an attack from a nearby zombie. The urgency in his eyes matched the intensity of his actions.
The Ascendants began to retreat towards the exit, but their path was fraught with danger. Zombies, with their lifeless eyes and erratic movements, blocked their way, forcing the group into a defensive stance.
