Maleek, Voltus, Rangi, and Hao Gio finally arrived at the Divum Mountain Bride city gates, their breaths visible in the cold air as they entered the deserted city. Maleek, always observant, scanned the Tibetan and Nepali-inspired architecture that adorned the streets, his eyes tracing the intricate designs etched into the buildings. As they ventured further into the city, caution painted their every step, the eerie silence weighing heavy on their shoulders. The wind whispered through the empty streets, carrying flecks of snow that danced in the air, a chilling reminder of the dropping temperatures. “Something is not right,” Voltus voiced, his tone laced with concern. “If you are talking about the weather, you are right. My balls will freeze if we don’t get out of this cold,” Maleek quipped, his teeth chattering as he rubbed

Maleek awoke with a groan, his head pounding and a cold chill creeping through his limbs. He blinked rapidly, trying to shake the fog from his mind, and slowly pushed himself up from the hard surface beneath him. "Damn! My head..." he muttered, rubbing his temples, feeling the sharp ache like a vice around his skull. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, he scanned his surroundings. The flat walls were bare, with no windows to speak of, and the cold stone floor felt alien beneath his fingertips. Rangi sat cross-legged in a meditative position, his eyes closed in a state of tranquility, while Voltus, sitting slightly apart, stared blankly at the floor as though lost in thought."Where the hell are we?" Maleek demanded, the frustration in his voice palpable as he staggered to his feet, feeling a twinge of dizziness. He steadied himself on a nearby stone pillar as he looked from one of his companions to the other.Rangi, unfazed by the urgency in Maleek's voi

After a few hours of relentless chaos, Venganza strode through the central chamber of the monastery, surveying the aftermath of her rampage. Blood adorned her visage, a testament to the violence she had wrought, while her hand gripped tightly around her sinister, curved dagger, now imbued with the lifeblood of the fallen monks. The once serene space was now a tableau of horror, with crimson splatters and lifeless forms strewn across the cold stone floor. Her demonic companion, a hellion of the darkest realms, feasted upon the lingering souls of the deceased, adding an eerie aura to the scene.As Venganza scanned the main chamber, her keen senses detected an unusual phenomenon—a subtle current of air emanating from behind the monastery's sacred altar. With a predatory glint in her eyes, she directed her gaze towards the altar, her curiosity piqued. Stretching out her hand, she reached towards the sour

As Aaslaam emerged from the icy waters below the towering pillars of the city, he gasped for breath, fighting against the relentless current. "By the gods, that was close," he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the rush of the river. With determined strokes, he swam towards a rocky shore, his muscles aching with exhaustion. As he pulled himself onto the cold, unforgiving rocks, he lay there for a moment, staring up at the imposing silhouette of the bridge city above.Shivering from the biting cold, Aaslaam struggled to his feet, his teeth chattering as he scanned the area. Spotting his scimitar bobbing in the water nearby, he hurried over to retrieve it, the icy grip of the river still clinging to its blade. "At least I won't be defenseless," he muttered, his fingers tightening around the familiar hilt.But as he stood there, the wind began to h

A day after committing her slaughterous act at the Borreaus Monastery, Venganza returned to Seklas's retreat on the Nibirian continent. The air hung heavy with the stench of death, and the once-hallowed halls of the mountainous stronghold now echoed with the silence of the fallen. Venganza, draped in a hooded dress that left her midriff exposed, walked through the desolate corridors with an air of triumph. Two imperial guards, their armor stained with the blood of the fallen, followed closely behind, carrying a small metal chest clinked with an ominous weight.The journey through the deadened halls led them to Seklas's private chambers, which had witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms and now bore witness to the aftermath of Venganza's brutal campaign. As the heavy door swung open, Venganza entered with a devilish grin, a macabre dance of shadows playing across her face. Seklas, seated on his ominous throne, did not move, his eyes daggering her with a mix of disappointment and curiosi