Elrond's inferno
Roux, Alain
We just made it through the gates when the murmuring of the fallen turned into a bloodgurgling scream of a thousand high pitches. the darkness was almost touchable, dense and thick, filled with the ice-cold of nothing, void and death gripping at our skin. I bent forward to catch my breath, trying to shut out the screams of never ending torture. Isabella dusted off her garments as she straightened herself up. I felt a sudden presence behind us,...