They reached the king's dueling.
The interior of the palace was a maze of marble corridors and consecrated architecture designed to funnel invaders into kill zones.
The demon army advanced room by room, floor by floor, paying for every step in blood as the Royal Guard fought with the desperation of soldiers defending their final sanctuary.
Liam moved through it like a ghost, Phase Shift carrying him past the heaviest fighting, seeking the throne room where intelligence suggested the king would make his final stand.
Behind him, the sounds of battle echoed through marble halls—screaming, steel on steel, the roar of magic meeting consecrated defenses.
"Lord Azra, wait!" Lieutenant Zara appeared from a side corridor, her armor cracked and bloodied. "We're encountering heavier resistance the deeper we push. The Royal Guard is—"
