Around Bronn, the chamber looked like a graveyard, littered with the bodies of those who hadn't survived.
Broken and lifeless, they lay in twisted heaps, blood pooling around them. The air was thick with the smell of blood and dust, a grim reminder of the creature's terrifying power.
The few who were still alive either had powerful treasures protecting them or were cowering in the ground, narrowly escaping the surge of dark energy.
Regardless, they all wore the same expression: sheer terror.
"That was something," Bronn muttered, his voice strained as he clenched his fist tight, trying to stop the bleeding.
He glanced over his shoulder. "Boss, you alright?"
A calm voice answered him. "Yep."
Bronn turned and saw a massive ice wall behind him, shimmering in the light.
Behind the wall stood Amelia and Spark, completely unharmed, watching the scene unfold.
