Chapter 196: B2: C96: Grimrock Dogma
The stormy weather worsened far faster than it should’ve.
Bowling ball-sized blocks of hail hurtled down. Twisting winds roared with hurricane force. Lightning and thunder clamored above their heads.
The calamitous storm reared its ugly side to a supernatural level, as if the heavens wanted to come down with a fraction of the power Zarian’s darkness could achieve.
Zarian imagined Team Arty would have to get creative to deal with the storminess. Or he would have to clear out the storm somehow.
Regardless of the weather, the Floridians traveled through twisted fortress hallways and over immense rampart ridgelines and along the sides of leaning towers or sometimes inside of them.
They had equal chances to brave the weather or get out of it as they took the best land-based route the spectral spiders had scouted for them. They’d decided earlier to go by ground instead of air to keep a low profile, and that was turning out to be the right choice because of the storm.
Now Zarian had no doubts that other grand forces were involved. He thought about calling his wife again, but she hadn’t responded when he tried earlier in the morning.
It wouldn’t shock him if Shadowfell stood in opposition of her husband and the paladins, injecting herself to support the Grimrock Warlock despite who was truly at stake.
It was in Shadowfell’s nature to promote evil and tragedy. More importantly, she would ensure she had something prepared to challenge her husband and his friends upon their arrival.