"This isn''t going to work," I stated tly, my voice cutting through the tense silence as we reached the grand foyer. The space was wide but cluttered with debris, the once-polished marble floors now cracked and strewn with remnants of the tower''s copse. "If we continue like this, we''ll be tripping over each other.


    The tower''syout is too restrictive for arge force like ours to move effectively."


    Duchess ckthorn, her eyes sharp and calcting as always, gave a curt nod. "You''re right. We''d be limiting our effectiveness by sticking together in such tight quarters."


    Earl Falken, his broad shoulders tense with the anticipation of battle, nced around the room, his voiceced with a hint of reluctance. "Splitting up might leave us vulnerable. But we can''t deny that it would allow us to cover more ground."


    I turned to Count Valen, who had been silent until now, his gaze fixed on the towering staircase that spiraled upwards, disappearing into the darkened floors above. His expression was thoughtful, but there was a trace of something else—perhaps worry or reluctance—shadowing his eyes.


    "We need to maximize our impact," I continued, my tone as cold and precise as the de at my side. "Each of us should take a different floor, assisting wherever we are most needed. Our knights and guards will follow suit, spreading out to cover the entire tower. This way, we won''t be limited by the confined spaces, and we can address the threats more effectively."


    Count Valen''s lips twitched into a half-smile, a rare expression for the usually stoic noble. "Always the strategist, Draven. You''re right, of course. But it''s a shame; I was looking forward to seeing you cut loose for once and embarrass yourself."


    I returned his smile with a cool, measured one of my own. "Perhaps another time, Valen. For now, we have an urgent task at hand."


    Duchess ckthorn''s voice cut in, brisk and no-nonsense. "Then it''s settled. We''ll disperse and handle the threats on our respective floors. If any of us encounters something too great to handle alone, we''ll signal the others."


    As we prepared to part ways, Count Valen stepped closer to me, lowering his voice. "Draven," he began, his tone unusually serious, "ra is up there somewhere. If you find her…"


    Chapter Your:


    I met his gaze, understanding the unspoken plea behind his words. ra was his daughter, a prodigy in her own right, and while he trusted her abilities, the dangers within the tower were unlike anything she had faced before.


    "Of course," I replied calmly. "She''s my student as well. I''ll ensure she''s safe."


    Valen nodded, a flicker of relief passing over his features. "Thank you, Draven. I''ll owe you one."


    Without further dy, we parted ways. Duchess ckthorn and Earl Falken took the lower floors, their knights spreading out in disciplined formations. Count Valen ascended to the mid-levels, his expression set in grim determination. I, however, was assigned to the uppermost floors, where the darkness was thickest and the dangers most severe.


    I marched forward, the Drakhan knights following in tight formation behind me. Alfred, my ever-loyal butler and a master of assassination, moved silently at my side, his eyes scanning the surroundings with lethal precision. Garren, the captain of the Drakhan knights, kept pace, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw at a moment''s notice.


    As we ascended the spiraling staircase, the air grew colder, the oppressive energy of the tower pressing in from all sides. The torches that once illuminated these halls flickered weakly, their light barely prating the thick shadows that clung to the walls like living things.


    The sounds of battle echoed from below, but up here, there was only an eerie silence, broken asionally by the distant rumble of shifting stone.


    "This tower has be a nest of corruption," Garren remarked, his voice low but steady. "It''s hard to believe this was once a ce of learning."


    "Darkness always finds a way to fester in ces of light," I replied coolly. "But it''s our job to cleanse it."


    As we reached the first of the upper floors, I sensed the presence of several powerful entities lurking in the shadows. I raised a hand, signaling the knights to halt. Alfred and Garren tensed, their senses heightened as they waited for my next move.


    I focused, reaching out with my mind to the summoning bond I shared with the undead goblin king. In an instant, I felt the creature''s presence, its cold, malevolent energy responding to my call. With a thought, I unleashed it, and the undead goblin king materialized before us, its decaying form wreathed in shadow and malice.


    The creature let out a guttural snarl, its empty eyes glowing with a sickly green light as it surveyed the darkened hall before us. It was a formidable creature, one that had served me well in many battles, and I knew it would be more than a match for the horrors that awaited us.


    "Clear the way," Imanded, my voice cutting through the darkness like a de.


    The undead goblin king lumbered forward, its massive club raised high as it advanced on the lurking shadows. The floor beneath it cracked and splintered under its weight, and the very air seemed to recoil from its presence.


    Suddenly, the shadows came to life, revealing a swarm of twisted creatures—nightmarish abominations that had once been students and professors, now corrupted by the dark magic of the tower. They screeched and howled, their deformed limbs iling as they charged at us with mindless fury.


    The goblin king met their charge head-on, its club swinging in wide, brutal arcs that smashed through the creatures with terrifying ease. Bone and flesh splintered under its blows, the corrupted abominations crumbling into piles of ash and gore with each strike.


    As the battle raged on, I summoned the hobgoblin devil servant, a creature of dark power that had been bound to my will. It appeared beside the goblin king, its lithe, muscr form wreathed in hellfire as it joined the fray. The devil servant moved with deadly grace, its ws rending through the corrupted creatures with swift, precise strikes.


    But I wasn''t finished. With a sharp gesture, I called forth the three chimeras of Sra, powerful beasts that had been created through forbidden alchemy and bound to my service. They appeared in a sh of light, their monstrous forms towering over the battlefield.


    The chimeras roared, theirbined voices shaking the very walls of the tower as they charged into the fray. One had the head of a lion, its mane aze with magical fire. Another had the head of a serpent, its fangs dripping with venom that hissed and sizzled as it hit the ground.


    The third had the head of a dragon, its eyes glowing with arcane power as it unleashed a torrent of lightning at the creatures that dared to challenge us.


    The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of destruction. The goblin king''s club smashed through the abominations with brute force, while the devil servant''s ws sliced through them with lethal precision. The chimeras rampaged through the enemy ranks, their elemental attacks turning the battlefield into a seething cauldron of fire, venom, and lightning.


    Alfred moved with the fluid grace of a predator, slipping through the shadows to strike down any creatures that managed to evade the onught of my summoned beasts. His daggers shed in the dim light, each strike delivered with deadly uracy as he dispatched the enemies with cold efficiency.


    Garren fought with the disciplined ferocity of a seasoned warrior, his sword cutting through the corrupted creatures with practiced ease. His movements were a blur of steel and precision, each strike calcted to take down his opponents with minimal effort.


    I stood at the center of the maelstrom, my mind focused on maintaining control over my summoned creatures and directing the flow of the battle. I could feel the power coursing through me, the bond I shared with these dark entities amplifying my senses and heightening my awareness of the battlefield.


    But amid the chaos, I remained calm, my thoughts clear and focused. This was the essence ofbat—controlled, calcted, and efficient. There was no room for hesitation or doubt. Every action had a purpose, every decision a consequence.


    The battle raged on, but it was clear that we had the upper hand. The corrupted creatures, though numerous and ferocious, were no match for thebined might of the Drakhan knights and my summoned forces. One by one, they fell, their twisted forms disintegrating into ash and shadow as we pressed forward.


    As thest of the creatures fell, the floor was littered with the remains of our enemies, the air thick with the acrid stench of burnt flesh and venom. The goblin king let out a final, triumphant roar before dissolving back into the shadows, its taskplete.


    The devil servant and chimeras followed suit, vanished as I released them from their bonds, their forms dissipating into the ether from which they had been summoned.


    The silence that followed was almost deafening, broken only by thebored breathing of the Drakhan knights as they sheathed their weapons and surveyed the aftermath. The once grand hall was now a battlefield, strewn with the remains of corrupted abominations and scorched by the elemental fury of the chimeras.


    "Garren," I called out, my voice steady despite the intensity of the battle we had just fought. "Gather the men. We need to push forward."