The noise was overwhelming, it's an orchestra of madness.
The undercroft had become a pit of howls and screams. The shrieks of young beasts echoed off the cracked stone. Somewhere to his left, someone screamed, a poor worker, or maybe a mercenary, cut short by the wet crunch of teeth meeting flesh. The scent of burning mana and iron filled the air, thick and acrid, coating Keiser's throat until it burned to breathe.
Over the din, the sharper cries of men rang out, mercenaries barking orders, their voices rising in panic as something massive crashed through a cage. Steel clashed against bone and the hiss of crackling followed, flaring briefly before being swallowed by the dark again.
Then came another sound, a high, pained cry from deeper in the madness. Seventh, Genevra's hireling, furious and disoriented.
"Make it stop!" Her words were cut off by a sudden crack and a dull thud, her own runic parchment backfiring in her hands.
