After an hour of relentless travel, Adam and his team of Stream Hunters finally reached the designated meeting point.
A narrow clearing surrounded by the eerie, deadened trees of the Tower's lower levels.
The air was thick with the scent of decay, a byproduct of the undead infestation that had taken root in this sector.
Though their journey had been largely uneventful, the tension among the group was palpable.
Every step forward felt like a silent challenge to the ever-present forces lurking beyond the darkness.
Adam cast a glance toward his team, a diverse mix of abilities and personalities.
They weren't necessarily the strongest, but their skills complemented one another well enough to make this plan viable.
Without hesitation, they pressed on toward their objective.
Along the way, numerous orc warriors and priests, mounted atop hulking war beasts, unleashed calculated destruction upon the smaller undead settlements.
