The fortress's inner corridors were eerily silent, the heavy air laced with the scent of charred stone and lingering dark magic. Elvara led the group, her hands faintly glowing with residual energy as she scanned the narrow passage for traps. Behind her, Rynor walked with his staff raised, its ember-lit tip casting flickering light on the walls.
The soldiers followed in tight formation, their movements cautious. Each step echoed ominously, the sound bouncing off the ancient stone. The earlier battle had drained them, but their resolve remained strong.
'This place feels alive,'
Rynor muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
'Like it's watching us.'
'It probably is,'
Elvara replied, her tone sharp.
'Stay alert. If this fortress is a nexus, the Pact won't let us reach its heart without a fight.'
