The narrow stairwell was cloaked in darkness, damp and suffocating, its stone steps slick with the remnants of forgotten battles. Kaela led the way, each step echoing sharply in the confined space. The distant clash of gunfire and shouting soldiers became muffled, replaced by the oppressive silence of the Ashen fortress's inner sanctum.
Ava's hand hovered over her dagger, senses heightened, ready for any surprise lurking in the shadows. Joren stayed close, the satchel of explosives strapped tightly to his back, his face a mask of grim determination.
As they ascended, the air grew thicker, tinged with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid smoke of extinguished fires. Kaela's throat tightened — every breath was a reminder of the stakes they faced.
At the top, a heavy steel door barred their path, its surface scarred and dented from years of conflict. Kaela pressed her ear against it, catching muffled voices inside — Ashen commanders discussing battle plans.
"We can't waste a moment," Kaela whispered. "Joren, set the charges here and here." She pointed to two vulnerable spots near the hinges.
With practiced precision, Joren moved silently, placing the explosives while Ava kept watch.
Seconds felt like hours as they backed away, hearts pounding in unison.
Kaela's finger hovered over the detonator. "On my count... three... two... one..."
A thunderous explosion rocked the corridor, sending shards of metal and splinters flying. The door buckled and crashed inward.
Gunfire erupted from within the chamber, and the rebels surged forward, weapons blazing.
Kaela locked eyes with the Ashen commander — a cold, calculating figure whose smirk promised the deadliest battle yet.
"Your rebellion ends here," the commander hissed.
Kaela's grip tightened on her sword. "No. This is just the beginning."