The air grew heavier as Leor strode through the endless corridor, the violent tremors of the battle behind him slowly fading into a dull roar. Shadows thickened around him like a living mist, swallowing the walls and floor, leaving only the faintest trace of a path forward. His crimson eyes glowed, cutting through the darkness.
Ahead, two massive doors carved from obsidian and bone loomed. At their center was the image of a chained star—Xal’dar’s sigil.
The doors groaned open of their own accord, revealing a vast dimly lir throne room.
There, upon a blackened throne forged from twisted obsidian metal and bone, sat Xal’dar.