Inside, the fortress was a maze of crumbling corridors and empty chambers, the walls lined with faded murals depicting battles long forgotten. The atmosphere was thick with a foreboding presence, making every step feel like an intrusion.
"This place has been abandoned for ages," Kiba whispered. "But something tells me we're not alone."
As if on cue, a chilling sound echoed through the halls— whispers, unintelligible and sinister, growing louder with each passing second.
Althea raised a hand, forming a protective barrier around them. "We need to move. Now."
Before they could take another step, shadowy figures emerged from the walls, their forms flickering like dying flames. These were different from the creatures they had fought before— taller, more defined, and exuding a suffocating aura of malice.