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