We took over a side chamber just off the High Chamber entrance, a room that must have hosted quiet administrative meetings before the fighting reached this deep into the stronghold.
The walls still carried decorative engravings that no one looked at anymore, because every sound bleeding through the corridors outside made it impossible to forget what was happening beyond them.
BAAAM!
ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Steel clashed somewhere not far away, followed by a sharp burst of divine energy that rattled the doorframe, and then the low, pained shout of someone who had been too slow to move.
Torres posted two guards at the entrance without needing to be told, and the rest of us stepped inside, bringing the smell of blood and burned ozone with us.
The room filled quickly, commanders gathering around what we turned into a table by clearing off a carved desk that had probably been worth more than most kingdoms.
