[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
The ground shuddered—vibrations rolling through the stone beneath their boots like something was trying to crawl its way to the surface. The air trembled with layered noise: the distant roar of collapsing towers, the clash of desperate guards, the guttural screeches of Deseruit Beasts ripping through stone and flesh alike.
Ivan braced a hand against the wall as another tremor rattled the hallway. "Deseruit Beasts? Are they actually attacking the fortress?" His voice wavered, not out of fear, but sheer disbelief as he stared out the narrow window.
"There's so damn many," Alexander muttered, leaning beside him. His eyes scanned the chaos below—guards overwhelmed, formations dissolving. "What the hell's going on? This looks like a full-scale breach, not some random emergence."
