The morning sun was deceptively cheerful as it poured over the courtyard, casting the Obsidian Estate in a warm, golden glow.
Pyris, Alera, and Zara stood in front of a shimmering, rune-etched teleportation portal—a shortcut to the most infamous and dreaded place in the Dragon Empire: the Abyssal Labyrinth.
Pyris adjusted his enchanted cloak, ensuring the hood shadowed his face. He was famous—well, and the last thing he wanted was to turn their adventure into front-page news.
And so he had to turn himself into Petne Chaos.
Next to him, Alera pulled up her mask, which covered half of her face and gave her the appearance of a mysterious rogue. Zara, on the other hand, looked every bit the elegant traveler, her long witch's hat pulled low and her enchanted cloak shimmering like twilight.
They were a strange trio, and Pyris had insisted on disguises for a reason.
