The Chapel's great doors crashed down, throwing up a gray curtain of dust that instantly obscured the Front Hall.
Rubble and dust scattered everywhere, filling the air with a choking smell. Heavily armored Nightwind Elite Warriors filed inside, trampling the Fryce Family Emblem inlaid in the marble floor.
The doors of the Fryce Chapel were carved with intricate Protection Runes. Once, those twisted runes, imbued with Lolth's divine power, had shimmered with purple magic in the dim light, powerful enough to reduce any unauthorized intruder to ash.
In the past, these Drow Soldiers could have hacked their swords to scrap without leaving so much as a scratch on this Magic Door.
Unfortunately, things were different now. After the family lost Lolth's favor, the runes sustained by her divine power had dimmed one after another. Their purple glow gradually faded, leaving nothing but meaningless decorative patterns.
Like the Fryce Family itself, the once-indestructible enchanted doors had become as fragile as rotten wood.
Amid the swirling dust, three Fryce Drow Female Guards standing on a raised platform were the first to react.
They were elite guards painstakingly trained by the Fryce Family, their combat instincts etched into their bones. Even in despair, they remained highly disciplined. All three raised their black crossbows, aimed at the Nightwind Warriors pouring inside, and pulled their triggers.
Whoosh!
Crossbow Bolts crisscrossed through the air, their heads burying themselves in shields, their shafts still quivering with a hum. But before the women could load a second bolt, the Nightwind Warriors had already unleashed a volley from their Hand Crossbows.
Under the concentrated fire, the female Drow were instead riddled like pincushions and slumped onto the stone platform.
Seeing this, the remaining Drow servants who had been forcibly armed immediately dropped their weapons and fled screaming toward the