While Arlan and Oriana were busy solving ordinary troubles of their lives, unknown troubles were brewing in a distant land outside the Kingdom of Griven to shake their lives.
Two hooded figures in long dark robes were walking through a stone passage that held vestiges of a time long forgotten. One was a handsome man with pale, gloomy features, while the other a stunning woman with ebony black hair, both holding long staffs made of strange wood with a black orb on top.
Only the sounds of their footsteps and the ends of their staff colliding with the floor could be heard echoing in the ancient stone passage.
The man was leading the way, and with each step of his, the torches on the wall would light up on their own.
"Zaria, are you determined?" the man's voice echoed in that dark deserted pathway. "With your recent failures, I am afraid the Lord would not let you leave this place alive."
