Iron-Scale stepped through the vaulted doors and placed his boot on a skull. A spiraling staircase stretched upward into the gloom, constructed entirely from fused human bones.
The macabre architecture cracked under the boots of the Vanguard operatives as they ascended the final tier.
A towering mass of armor and rotting flesh completely blocked the passage to the summit.
The monstrosity consisted of dozens of Aethelgard royal guards stitched together into a single nightmare. Countless arms protruded from its bloated torso, gripping rusted broadswords, bent halberds, and glowing magical staffs.
The fused heads of the fallen knights groaned in unison, their eyes burning with bright arcane light. The beast raised a cluster of staffs and unleashed a chaotic barrage of fire and ice down the narrow stairwell.
