Inferno-Pyremourn Summit

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Step, Step, Step...

"Be careful, it's slippery here," Helena cautioned, her voice echoing in the eerie silence. She gingerly placed her foot on the ancient stone steps, slick with a thick layer of blood and fleshy remnants, the once-vibrant crimson now faded to a sickly brown as it dried in patches.

The scent of decay was overwhelming, a pungent reminder of the countless lives lost in this forsaken place.

The Dragon Emperor led the way, he guided them down the seemingly endless staircase.

It had been an hour since they began this arduous descent, yet the bottom remained out of sight.

"How much longer are we going to be walking?" Vespherine muttered, her voice laced with exhaustion and frustration.