Vision Of The Betrayal
The hall was damp, the air thick with dust that glimmered like gold as it floated in the dim light.
Darkness consumed the underground passageway, with only the occasional flicker from the lightning rocks embedded in the walls casting a faint glow.
The silence was broken by the relentless sounds of clashing weapons and the thunderous rumble of explosions echoing through the narrow space.
A lone figure advanced, cutting down anyone who dared to stand in her path. Her undead soldiers marched forward with ruthless precision, wielding their weapons and magic to eliminate the monstrous foes that opposed them.
Trolls, ogres, and other nightmarish creatures—stronger and more fearsome than any human undead—fell before the onslaught, their forms crumbling under the relentless assault.