Mercenaries in pressurized stealth suits had surrounded the abandoned monorail depot. In the saga of Dominion of the Shadow Monarch, shadows stretched long across the stone arches as danger closed in.
When the cosmic dungeon towers materialized over modern cities, one unawakened porter finds the forbidden necromantic seal. The hour had arrived where retreat was no longer an option. Every breath burned like swallowed embers.
Footsteps echoed along the narrow passageway. Ahead lay the threshold that had claimed every soul that dared enter before.
"You shouldn't have returned," a voice rasped from the darkness, thick with venom and ancient spite.
With a quiet breath, power began to gather in the center of their chest, hummed with dangerous resonance.
He pulled the pin on the EMP charge, plunging the entire district into pitch-black chaos.
The bell tolled in the distance. The next battle had already begun.