Sounds echoed from deeper in the keep. The shrieking from the chapel had drawn attention from throughout the entire keep.
Nero looked toward the stairwell leading up. That was where he needed to go. But between here and there, damnation was waking. Every creature that lay resting in the ruins was aroused from dormancy, the scent of fresh blood and chaos exciting their evil nature.
He gripped Gungnir tighter and began running toward the stairs.
The stairwell was narrow and steep, spiraling upward like a path towards a broken heaven
Nero didn't think much as he climbed quickly.
The first attack came when he was halfway up the first flight of stairs
