Judgement’s head shot up from his prayer, an indication that he was onto something. It was a faint presence, but its unholy taint stood out like a flame in a dark room to the Divine warrior. He tracked it, feeling it ascending somewhere up ahead, passing the ground floor and moving ever upwards. He began following it immediately determined to destroy that which would impede his further progress, such was Judgement’s mentality towards problems, confront it head on and remove it. His swift steps brought him to the right hand staircase and with a cool confidence he began to ascend the flight of stairs, keeping relative pace with the unholy presence. He drew close to the top of the Fortress itself before his quarry finally slowed, remaining on a single level for enough time that Judgement decided he was unlikely to still be moving upstairs. 

The Divine left the staircase and entered a long corridor, the undead somewhere off to his right. He turned like some mechanical being, his actions precise and almost automatic in nature, and began heading towards them. The floor was stone, and so his heavy metallic footsteps echoed with a dull thud with each step, perhaps giving away his approach, not that stealth was a factor Judgement ever relied upon.

As he walked forward, he found himself on a direct path towards the large domed chamber the undead had stopped within, and it was only a matter of time until they met.