บท 36: The Bloodstained Floor

It was a fragile, fleeting hope, but one that burned bright in the aftermath of their victory. And for now, that was enough.

Madison allowed herself a moment to bask in the euphoric feeling of triumph as the cheers echoed through the shattered halls of Kragmoor Keep. Karnath-Gor, the dreaded Mad King, lay defeated at last, his twisted bulk crumpled on the bloodstained floor.

Yet even as the weary warriors celebrated their hard-won victory, Madison could not shake the lingering sense of dread coiling in her gut. This was merely one battle in a much larger war against the encroaching darkness.

Her gaze drifted to the shadowy corners of the cavernous throne room, half-expecting more monstrosities to emerge from the gloom. But there was only silence, a fragile peace settling over the carnage.