After a mere hour of dispatching his shadows in search of Galen, Marcus finally received a signal—two, in fact—from Phantom and Ely. Both reported they had found something. Without hesitation, Marcus permitted the teleportation link to activate, and in an instant, his form was pulled through the veil of darkness. When he reappeared, however, what greeted him left him slightly taken aback.
He stood upon the rooftop of a towering building, the wind brushing against his face as his onyx eyes scanned the glowing chaos below. Beneath him stretched the infamous underworld that lay beneath Amthar—the festering heart of corruption itself. It was a realm bathed in false light, a sprawling maze of alleys and neon-drenched streets where every form of vice, sin, and filth thrived. This was where the realm's worst found their home… and where Galen had been taken.
"Of all places…" Marcus muttered, his tone dipped with disgust and irritation. "Can't believe I'm back in this shit wreck again."
