The words seemed to suck the warmth from the burning courtyard.Something buried beneath the fortress had finally awakened.For several seconds, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Even the crackling flames sounded distant.Commander Vane's grip tightened around his sword."The catacombs," he said quietly.Captain Merrick's smile widened."You gave it many names."The thing wearing Merrick's face took a slow step forward."Catacombs. Foundations. The Deep Chambers."Another step."The Prison."The last word echoed strangely.As though spoken by a hundred mouths hidden in the darkness.Around him, the other infected soldiers remained perfectly still.Watching.Waiting.Their smiles never faltering.I felt a chill crawl down my spine.Commander Vane's face had gone pale.For the first time since I'd known him, the veteran commander looked genuinely afraid.He knew something.Something he hadn't told us."Merrick died three days ago, didn't he?" Vane asked.The creature laughed.A wet, unnatu
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