Energy and movement exploded around them as the chamber came alive. The air vibrated with the howls of the dead as skeletal figures clawed their way free of their stone prison, their hollow eyes glowing with malice. Markos gritted his teeth, his breath still visible in the cold mist from his frost spell. He spun to face the others, heart pounding.
"Regroup at the edge!" Markos barked, pointing toward a narrow ledge that curved around the chamber's outer wall. The forge's central platform was no longer safe, with ancient sigils pulsing annd flaring in waves of ominous light. Whatever Vladimars had begun was far from over.