"There", Vardy said, pointing toward the structure.
The group halted at the edge of the clearing, staring at the dilapidated outpost in uneasy silence.
"Looks abandoned," Tracy said, though her tone betrayed her wariness.
"Abandoned places have a way of not staying abandoned," Luthor muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of a knife he barely knew how to use.
Vardy stepped forward, his staff glowing faintly as he drew power from the artifact. The undead minions following him, hulking, grotesque forms reanimated from their last encounter, moved silently behind him, their glowing eyes scanning the area.
"Stay alert," Vardy said, his voice barely above a whisper.
As they approached the outpost, the silence became oppressive, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional creak of the wind through the old wooden beams. Vardy pushed open the gate, the rusted metal groaning loudly, and stepped inside.
