The heavy stone door boomed shut, plunging the sanctuary into a world of fortified silence, a stark, deafening contrast to the roaring chaos outside. The last thing they heard before the ancient locking arrays engaged was the triumphant, furious bellow of Xiong Shan and the collective roar of his hundred-strong force.
The atmosphere inside was thick with a heavy, suffocating tension. The survivors, who had just begun to taste the sweet relief of rescue, were now plunged back into the depths of despair. They huddled together in the main hall, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, listening to the muffled, rhythmic booms that had already started. The Hundred Beast Manor forces were bombarding their sanctuary.
