A group of adventurers slowly crawls through the ruins. 

The party consisting of a fighter, a wizard and a Rouge follow a path that hasn't been tread for centuries. 

Under the light of the torch murals of past time come to light briefly. 

Under slabs of stone lay smashed bones of elves, humans and other people. 

Carefully the rouge picks through the belongings of the long dead.

The wizard studies his notes to find a path among the buried city. 

Nervously the fighter taps on the hilt of her sword. "Can't you two hurry up? The fastest we see sunlight again the better."

The wizard chuckles. "Patience my dear. Archeology is not something you have to chase. I'd rather take my time and do my job properly."

The rogue returns smiling holding a few gems in his hands. "A job well done."

The group continues on their way deeper into the tunnels.

After an hour the fighter signals the group to stop. 

"Careful my friends. I think I can hear something." She whispers. 

"You are paranoid my dear Lady. Everybody beside us down here is dead." The wizard laughs and strolls past the fighter. 

Caution blown to the wind the three walk past the remains of an old forgotten Temple. 

The group arrives at the gates of the old city prison. 

The old doors squeak loudly as the fighter pushes them open. 

Low growling escapes the dark halls as the party steps in. On the end of the corridor a light starts glowing. 

"I wasn't afraid of the living." The fighter scolds the wizard while drawing her sword. 

The glowing rushes closer through the corridor. 

The rogue starts running away. A firebolt shoots out of the wizard's hand down the corridor. 

An explosion throws the fighter and the wizard through the gates. 

The fighter slowly gets up groaning and looks around. The wizard's body is torn apart and parts of it are laying everywhere. 

Breathing feels heavy for the fighter. She grasps her sword and starts running. 

Her eyes are darting around but she is unable to find the path the group took to get down here. 

With the last of her strength she runs into the abandoned temple and hides behind a disfigured altar. 

As she glances down her side she notices a big shrapnell sticking in her thigh. 

The entrance of the temple is blown apart and a giant winged creature stomps into the temple wielding a burning whip. 

The fighter looks up unable to move. 

As a heatwave hits her face one thought rushes through her mind. 

"I will die down here."

Heat hits her face as the creature steps closer and prepares to strike. 

With wide eyes the fighter looks up as the creature strikes down.