The forested hills surrounding the dungeon were shrouded in an unnatural mist, but this time, Rhea, Leena, and Shalana approached with determined steps, new gear gleaming and cloaks rippling in the wind. Behind them, Countess Leona stood tall, flanked by a squad of her elite knights, each bearing the mark of Sommeral's finest, their eyes sharp and disciplined.
Several mages chanted quietly under their breath, weaving layers of protective magic over the group that felt different from before. Rhea glanced over her shoulder, comforted by the sight of their formidable reinforcements. She had expected to enter and find Falko alone in the dungeon, but it felt more reassuring to have some people in a dire situation like this.
Countess Leona's gaze was hard as she surveyed the entrance to the dungeon. "This time," she declared, "nothing leaves this place alive. That incubus creature and every lurking shadow will be crushed."
