The Hidden Valley stretched before Canila and his team, its misty shrouds twisting and curling in the faint dawn light. Each member felt the residual thrill of their encounter with the Shadow Beast, but the stakes were rising. A new location beckoned ahead: an ancient fortress, barely visible beyond the mist, which had reportedly been untouched by adventurers for centuries.
Kael surveyed the faint outline of the structure. "If the old maps are accurate, that fortress should be the Silent Fortress, built as a stronghold by the ancient Arcane Order. It's rumored to hold legendary artifacts, each of them imbued with rare powers. But there are tales of its traps and guardians as well—creatures unlike anything we've seen."
Braxus let out a scoff, gripping the handle of his axe. "More creatures, more spoils. We've got this."
