The sound of cheers filled the sanctuary, echoing through its walls as warriors and shock troops celebrated their victory. But outside, on the battlefield, the air was thick with tension. The guardians of the sanctuary, battered and bruised, stood together in silence, none of them smiling. They had fought valiantly, but the exhaustion in their eyes said it all—this battle was far from over.
Vorgrim, his twin greatswords still dripping with blood, walked over to Mortem, whose dark energy pulsed ominously. He glanced at his fellow guardian, his voice low and heavy. "You feel that too?"
Mortem nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "Yes," he replied quietly. "There's more coming."
