The Calm Before the Storm

As the towering silhouette of Kragmoor Keep finally came into view, its crumbling walls a silent testament to the ravages of time, Madison felt a sense of grim determination settles over her. The gamble had been made, the die-cast. All that remained was to see it through to the bitter end, no matter the cost.

A hush fell over the small band of warriors as they approached the ancient fortress, their footfalls muffled by the thick layer of moss and decaying foliage that carpeted the ground. The air itself seemed charged with a palpable sense of foreboding as if the very stones of Kragmoor Keep harbored dark secrets best left undisturbed.

Wald raised his hand, signaling for the group to halt. His keen eyes scanned the crumbling battlements, searching for any sign of movement or life. After a tense moment, he turned to Madison, his expression grim.