Present
Thoren stared at the scene before him, his heart pounding violently against his chest, each beat echoing like a war drum in his ears.
This… was far beyond anything he had ever imagined.
He had expected another chamber like the previous one, perhaps Stonewall warriors, or another brutal battle.
But this?
This defied logic.
At the center of the vast chamber stood a terrifying altar, pulsating with thick strands of otherworldly, malevolent energy.
The air around it warped faintly, as if reality itself was being corroded.
On the altar rested a massive coffin, its ancient lid pushed aside, as though whatever had once been sealed within had already risen.
The engravings carved into both the altar and the coffin were unnatural.
They foretold something sinister in the past.
The moment Thoren laid eyes on them, his muscles stiffened involuntarily, a primal instinct screaming danger into his bones.
His body reacted before his mind could process what he was seeing.
