As three figures emerged from the ashen haze, their eyes widened in awe and unease at the sight before them. The sprawling expanse of Dusken City loomed ahead, an imposing fortress built at the foot of the mythical Underworld Cascade. The cascading water disappeared into the earth, giving rise to the Lumyst River that slithered through the wastelands like a serpent forged from translucent liquid ectoplasm.
The air was thick with spectral energy, as if the very atmosphere sought to ward off intruders. Yet, the ancient city beckoned them forward like a siren's call. It felt like the land itself whispered secrets and old sorrows into their ears—tales of power, betrayal, and dark splendor.
