The Fortress Beckons

The icy winds of the Northern Wastes grew fiercer as the group pushed forward, their steps heavy against the relentless gale. Each passing moment brought the jagged silhouette of the Shadow's fortress closer into view, a grotesque structure that seemed to warp the air around it. The ground beneath their feet felt unnatural, pulsating faintly as if the land itself resented their presence.

Ruby adjusted the straps of her pack, her sharp eyes scanning the terrain. "We're in his domain now," she said, her voice steady despite the growing tension. "Every move we make needs to count."

Alec, who had been trailing slightly behind, muttered under his breath. "This place is wrong. Like it's watching us."

Selene's gaze flicked to him, her tone icy. "It is. The Shadow's power runs through this entire area. He's waiting for us."

"Then let him wait," Caleb said, his rifle ready as he scanned the horizon. "We'll give him something to remember."