[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
"Hm. Quite the rowdy bunch," Morgan murmured, her voice soft and faintly amused, as though she were commenting on something mildly interesting.
Perched effortlessly on the stone ledge crowning a fortress tower, she sat with the poised of someone who had already grown bored. Her violet eyes wandered across the carnage below with detachment.
From up here, the chaos felt almost rhythmic.
Down in the courtyards and corridors, Deseruit Beasts swarmed—muscles, fang, and instinct tearing through prisoners and guards alike. One creature gored a screaming prisoner before slamming into a stone wall. Another dragged a guard across the ground like a ragdoll. A third simply dove from a rooftop, wings flaring as it shredded two men in a single glide.
The Deseruit Beasts moved like disasters, ripping apart everything that drew breath. A grotesque scene.
