Like Fire In The Wind

The air warped and shimmered as a vortex of blue light spiraled into existence, casting long, jagged shadows across the twisted walls of Xal’dar’s castle. Leor, Shania, Seraphina, Corvus, and Azarath stepped through the portal, their forms emerging with a crackle of energy. The teleportation circle behind them fizzled out, leaving only the oppressive darkness of Xal’dar’s castle to greet them.

The walls pulsed like the veins of a sleeping god—dark, wet, and alive with violet light. Shadows slithered across the slick obsidian stone as if sentient, whispering in ancient tongues that gnawed at the edges of sanity. The air reeked of sulfur and chaos energy, thick with a stench that clawed at their lungs. Violet thunder cracked in the skies above, muffled by the towering spires that loomed like jagged teeth over the castle.

Leor, Shania, Seraphina, Corvus, and Azarath stood silently in the entry chamber, their eyes scanning the space with intent.