Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The green warriors return
In the depths of the infernal chasm, sinister murmurs of unseen presences reverberated, mingling with the oppressive hiss of warm air. Their malevolent aura intensified as they welcomed the body of Max, who had narrowly escaped a cruel fate—a fate that seemed destined to end in death.
The tension from their desperate flight from the fearsome beast had left the agents too distracted to fully take in their surroundings. The abyss stretched vast and dark, its eerie noises echoing like ghostly whispers, stirring suppressed fears within them. It felt as if they had stumbled into Hades itself. The atmosphere was thick with desolation, and Liz couldn't shake the feeling that unseen forces in the shadows were responding to her every movement and thought.
The ceiling vanished into mist, giving the impression they were no longer beneath the hill they had traversed. Above an unfathomable void, a narrow earthen path barely discernible to the eye led toward a spectral light that shone from a perfectly shaped opening in the wall. The structure, crafted with elegant tiles, bore the Holzmann pentagram etched with unsettling precision—a curious and ominous image, inviting closer inspection.
For a brief moment, silence and stillness gave the agents a chance to catch their breath and regroup. Liz sank onto the rough, cold ground, the gritty soil clinging to her palms. She didn't care; comfort had long ceased to matter since joining the DPFD.
"Well," she sighed, still sprawled on the ground, her gaze fixed on the faint light ahead. Her voice betrayed exhaustion, but also grim humor. "Looks like we found the entrance to the Holzmann mansion after all."
Jake chuckled softly, amused by her dry observation.
All the German officers, except Nick, had fallen behind. He stood nearby, furiously pressing his radio transmitter, trying to make contact. Finally, Andreas' voice crackled through the device, providing a small measure of relief. The Americans felt a similar sense of reassurance hearing that the lieutenant was safe. However, his tone lacked its usual firm professionalism, carrying instead a weight of regret.
Liz noticed something was wrong. Her suspicion was confirmed when Nick ran a hand across his face and closed his eyes in frustration before abruptly ending the call.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jake asked, his voice edged with concern, though the answer seemed painfully clear.
Nick shook his head silently, his expression pained. After a long pause, he finally muttered, "It's Officer Fritz."
Liz sat up straight at the mention of Tobias, her concern evident.
"He lost too much blood. He didn't make it."
"But Steffi has a first aid kit," Liz insisted, her voice tinged with desperation, grasping for hope. "Between her and Andreas, they could do a transfusion. Even Jake or I—"
