The moment I stepped through the gates of Uruk's Hope, I felt the weight of history settle over me like a cloak. The city stretched out before me, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, its towers and walls casting long shadows over the cobblestone streets. It was massive, larger than I had imagined, with its grand ziggurats towering above the cityscape. The ancient stone buildings were a testament to the once-great kingdom of Uruk, their weathered surfaces etched with stories of the heroes who had come before.
I took a deep breath, letting the rich scent of the city fill my lungs—dust, incense, and something metallic that hinted at the constant flow of warriors who passed through this place. The streets were bustling with life, but not just the players like me. There were NPCs—non-player characters—going about their daily tasks with a level of realism that made me pause in awe.
