Gwendolyn collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving as her pulse pounded in her ears. Her breath came out in puffs of foggy clouds, the cold air biting at her skin. She sat there for a moment, trying to catch her breath, her body shaking from the cold.
Finally, she looked up, her gaze scanning the dark interior of the ruins. The walls were cracked and broken, the floor covered in a thick layer of dust. There was no sign of the beast or any other form of life.
"It's gone," she gasped, relief washing over her.
Malgarius looked around, his expression tense. "It must have given up," he said grimly.
"Or it's hiding," Gwendolyn muttered, glancing over her shoulder.
"Regardless, we should keep moving."
"Right," she said, her eyes still darting around the ruins. "Lead the way."
He nodded and continued into the old fortress, his gaze scanning the shadowy interior. The place was dark and eerie, the air thick with dust.
