Our journey through the shadowed lands had tested our mettle time and again, but nothing could have prepared us for the ordeal that awaited beyond the dwarven gates. It was there, beneath the ashen sky and amidst the twisted ruins of an ancient temple, that we faced our most harrowing trial yet—an encounter with daemons, the fell spawn of the Void.
The air itself seemed to shudder with their presence, thick with a cloying darkness that clung to the soul like tar. The ground was scorched and barren, the stones beneath our feet etched with sigils of warding long since broken. Even the bravest among us felt the weight of dread pressing down, as if the world itself recoiled from the evil that had taken root.
We pressed on, weapons drawn and spells at the ready, hearts pounding with a mixture
