[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
"What a shitfest."
The vulgar words carried a soothing voice, an almost melodic sharpness that contrasted with the bluntness of the statement. And, of course, it belonged to none other than Ella.
They had left the cavern, and for the time being the prisoners and guards as well. The stale underground air gave way to the biting air of the ruined fortress above. Ivan felt the shift immediately —the way danger seemed to breathe more freely here.
They stood in a structure that had been utterly ruined, the roof gone and the hallways they stood in reduced to remnants of what they once were. Chunks of stone littered the ground. The walls, half-collapsed and torn open, left the entire corridor exposed to the outside.
Through the gaps, they had a clear view of the many Deseruit Beasts still prowling about.
