[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
The situation inside the fortress was far worse than either of them had imagined when they first charged in. And that was putting it very lightly, it was just pure chaos.
Ivan and Alexander sprinted through the large broken corridors shoulder to shoulder, their boots crunching over splintered stone and shattered iron. The air was thick with dust and the constant grainy hiss of debris sliding down collapsed walls. Every few steps, the ground trembled from distant impacts—heavy, thundering blows that made Ivan's teeth rattle.
And everywhere they turned, the Deseruit Beast roamed freely, massive and monstrous silhouettes moving between broken pillars and overturned hallways. They were hunting for anything that moved, ripping apart whatever was left standing.
