The citadel's interior was a labyrinth of stone corridors, dimly lit by flickering torches that cast long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and something else—an ancient, malevolent presence that seemed to linger in every corner. Elara, Kirin, Lyra, and Thalia moved cautiously, their senses heightened by the battle they had just survived.
Elara led the way, her sword still drawn and ready. Every step they took echoed ominously through the empty halls, a reminder of the silence that had settled over the fortress after the fall of the lieutenant. The group remained on high alert, knowing that the citadel could still hold more dangers.
"We need to find the central chamber," Kirin said in a low voice, his eyes scanning the corridor ahead. "If there's any remaining power source or information about Nyx's plans, it'll be there."
