[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
"Damn… still so many." Alexander murmured under his breath, the words slipping out before he even realized. He and Ivan stood poised behind what had once been a structure of some kind—maybe a storeroom, maybe an officer's quarters. It was impossible to tell anymore. The roof had collapsed inward so completely that only a ribcage of large beams remained overhead, and several of the walls were nothing more than broken heaps. Only one battered segment of stone still stood firmly enough to give them cover.
They pressed their backs against that surviving wall segment and leaned forward just enough to peek out. Beyond, Deseruit Beast prowled in scattered clusters, tearing into anything that still stood—stone, metal, even one another if they crossed paths at the wrong moment.
Ivan sucked in a breath. "But did you notice? I think I saw a few of them run off."
