~BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!~
The tremors from the battle above reverberated through the dungeon's walls, causing dust and loose stones to fall from the ceiling.
Luca, wiping blood from a fresh cut across his cheek, turned his attention upward.
"It's him," he said, his voice laced with certainty. "Lord Mors is on the move."
"Those fools won't stand a chance against him," Grimm added with a low chuckle, his voice rasping with dark amusement.
Lili placed her palm against the trembling wall, a faint glow of magic emanating from her fingertips as she stabilized her footing.
"We can't waste time here," she said firmly. "Let's head to the surface and assist our Lord."
Luca, stepping forward with a smirk, motioned toward the staircase leading out of the dungeon.
"Follow me," he said. "Lord Mors' command is absolute. We'll carve through anyone in our way."
The Heretic Vassals moved swiftly, their determination etched onto their faces.
