The heavy doors of the stronghold groaned as we pushed them open. Darkness surged inside, thick and oppressive, carrying with it a cold that seemed to sense our very being. I could feel the pulse of the seals beneath the stone floors, faster, angrier, vibrating in response to my presence. Every step echoed through the hall, our boots striking stone, our breaths sharp in the cold air.Fenrir stayed at my side, eyes glowing faintly golden, his partial wolf form shifting with tension. “Stay close,” he murmured, his voice low but commanding. “The first line is just the beginning.”Marcus led the center, his expression taut with focus. I could feel his unease toward Fenrir radiating subtly, but there was no time for words. Every shadow flickered unnaturally, and I could sense movement just beyond our vision. The enemy had expected us, and the trap was already set.The first wave attacked almost immediately. Figures surged from the walls and the floor, fast, agile, and deadly. Their movem
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