After days beneath the earth, you conquered the beholder's tunnel and survived the deadly clockwork gauntlet hidden beneath the corrupted keep. Through magic, engineering, and more than a little luck, the traps were finally silenced, allowing the party to reach the fortress beyond. While most of you gathered before a massive metal door, Royce, Chronaur, and Raja uncovered another path below—one leading to a hidden workshop where iron golems tirelessly labored among mountains of parts and machinery.

The trio attempted to investigate unnoticed, but a single misplaced piece of metal betrayed their presence. The workshop fell silent. Several golems turned. Red light ignited behind lifeless eyes as weapons came to bear. Raja's warning flashed across his bond with Morpho: "Now!"

The party continued onward, climbing a ladder that led back to the prison cells they knew so well.

The keep looms on the cliff’s edge, its once-proud walls split and blackened, now crowned with hellfire as demonic growths claw through stone and iron; rivers of ember-light pulse where halls once stood, and the wind carries the stink of ash and sulfur as the fortress burns—not ruined, but claimed.

The party seems to be somewhere under the keep, but the walls and floors seem ... changed, corrupted even. There is an unsettling feeling that swells the air.