Reynauld paused, straining his ears. At first, there was only the silence of the deep. Then, a low, rhythmic thrumming began to vibrate through the floorboards. It wasn't a sound, but a pulse—the heartbeat of the Estate itself.
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With a roar that echoed through the vaulted ceiling, the battle began. Every strike felt like a desperate gamble against fate. Reynauld’s mace connected with a sickening crunch, but the creature only seemed to grow more frenzied. Reynauld paused, straining his ears