As the last of the demon defenders who protected the long corridor fell, their final screams echoed throughout the place before going silent.
Roland could smell and even taste the metallic scent of blood. As the hero who had to constantly enter fights, he was by now used to it.
The battered strike team and the main host of Elris's forces finally stood united inside the fortress.
Roland tightened his grip on the holy spear, its glow cutting through the remaining passageway.
Stella stood at his side, her wards equally as radiant, but with the added healing effect that helped everyone get close to their peak form.
Around them, Renar issued orders to reform ranks now that the space was reduced. Zavar reinforced the crumbling walls with an earth spell since the floor and walls had been heavily damaged by the siege weapons attack before.
In front of them loomed the great doors to the throne room.
