With a roar that echoed through the vaulted ceiling, the battle began. Every strike felt like a desperate gamble against fate. Reynauld’s mace connected with a sickening crunch, but the creature only seemed to grow more frenzied.
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Suddenly, the torch flared a brilliant, sickly violet. From the darkness ahead, a shambling horror emerged, its form a chaotic mass of tentacles and eyes that shouldn't exist. The stress of the journey, the constant fear, it all came rushing back. With a roar that echoed through the vaulted
Dismas leveled his pistol. "Steady, holy man. Let’s see if this thing bleeds." "Do you hear that
Reynauld paused, straining his ears. At first, there was only the silence of the deep. Then, a low, rhythmic thrumming began to vibrate through the floorboards. It wasn't a sound, but a pulse—the heartbeat of the Estate itself.
"The Ancestor's legacy," Reynauld muttered, a grim set to his jaw. "It calls to us."