The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the narrow corridors of the ancient fortress. Shadows flickered along the stone walls, cast by the torches that lined the passageway. The air was thick with tension, as if the very stones were holding their breath in anticipation of what was to come.
At the forefront of the group, Elara led the way, her senses on high alert. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the events that had led them here. The messages from the surrounding villages had been clear: something powerful and malevolent was gathering in the heart of the mountains. The time for caution was over.
Behind her, the rest of the team moved with equal urgency. Morgana's face was set in concentration, her fingers occasionally tracing runes in the air as she muttered incantations to keep their presence concealed. Aric was beside her, his gaze sharp as he scanned their surroundings for any signs of traps or ambushes.