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Frustration twisted in Moira's gut. They'd been circling for what felt like hours, lost within the labyrinthine depths of the tomb. In her walks she had gone through different monsters and trials and found Carson as well as other dragons and they were moving together. Now, emerging into a chamber she vaguely recognized, her heart lurched into her throat. It was the same chamber where Azrael and his group had camped. But the scene that greeted her was a grotesque tableau.
Bodies, some grotesquely contorted, littered the floor. Arrows protruded from lifeless forms, while others bore the marks of brutal bladework. The stench of blood and something else – a sickly sweet herbal aroma – hung heavy in the air.
Moira's gaze darted around, searching for Azrael and the others. Relief washed over her as she spotted their figures clustered near the entrance of their tent, their faces etched with grim determination.