The path ahead was winding, thick with the untamed wilds of the Path of Heroes. Each step I took seemed to draw me deeper into this strange world, where the remnants of long-lost civilizations mingled with the raw beauty of nature. The trees around me were tall, their ancient trunks twisted with roots that clawed into the earth like they were holding onto something secret. Their leaves glowed faintly in the dim light, casting eerie shadows across the trail.
I kept my eyes on the horizon, where the sprawling city of beginnings—Uruk's Hope—lay in the distance, barely visible through the dense forest. It was once a great hub in the era of Gilgamesh, the King of Uruk, a city known for its towering walls and grand ziggurats. Now, it served as the starting point for new heroes in this realm, a place of quests and growth. But the journey there was fraught with danger.
