Battle

I slipped through the bunker door behind Krell, my footsteps silent as I shadowed the him down the dimly lit corridor.

The distant echoes of battle from the surface of the bunker shook the earth. The demon's were getting more and more relentless.

What's taking Gwyneria and the orcs so long? They should've engaged the demon king's army minutes ago.

Krell passed through the final archway leading out of the royal chambers and into the hall that connected to the surface tunnels.

From his movement, I could tell he sensed he was being followed. He would stop at intervals and glanced behind him for a while before resuming his march.

At the end of the hall, Prince Rudolph stood waiting, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

He was clad in polished armor, his jaw set with determination.

Krell stopped in his tracks and bowed respectfully. "Your Highness."

Rudolph gave a firm nod. "Sir Krell. I'm joining the fight."