The fortress stood eerily silent as Kaelron and his group cautiously moved through its crumbling corridors. The golden light from the murals and carvings illuminated their path, casting long shadows that danced on the weathered stone walls. Though they had defeated the shadowbound creatures, the oppressive weight of the fortress's past lingered, reminding them of the battles fought here centuries ago.
Kaelron's relic pulsed faintly at his side, guiding him deeper into the ancient structure. Ignis moved beside him, the gryphon's talons clicking softly against the stone floor. Umbra prowled ahead, her glowing eyes scanning for danger, while Frostbane and Eryk took the rear, their senses alert for any signs of pursuit.
"This place feels like a tomb," Zerin muttered, his tone sharp. "Are we sure we want to dig up whatever's buried here?"
