*Rhys*

The jagged spires of Pyroth's stronghold pierced the gloomy sky as we approached, their once-majestic forms now twisted and decayed.

A foreboding air clung to the crumbling stone, whispering of battles past and the darkness that had seeped into the very mortar of the fortress.

Even the sky reflected the darkness that had settled into the realm, with dark, sooty clouds covering the sky.

"Almost there," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. I ...