The frozen winds howled around us as we approached the looming tower of Alaris, the legendary magician of Eternal Ice Island. Yet, we were not the only ones drawn to this place. A sea of Undead surged ahead, their rotting forms twisting in unnatural movement, their hollow eyes fixed upon the structure like moths to a flame.
From which hells had these monstrosities risen, and what terrible knowledge had led them here? The sheer number of them suggested that Alaris, or something within his tower, was of immense importance. But a far darker thought chilled us deeper than the frigid air—had the Undead already turned the magician into one of their own?
Steel clashed against bone, and magic burned through cursed flesh as we fought our way to the entrance. The battle was relentless, the Undead seemingly unyielding. Yet, as the final abomination fell, silence claimed the tower once more.
Inside, devastation awaited us. The grand library, once a bastion of knowledge, had been ransacked, scrolls and tomes scattered across the cold stone floor. It was clear that someone—or something—had been searching for something specific. Amid the wreckage, one parchment stood out. It bore a single, enigmatic sentence:
"The Stone of Life is the key!"
Was this Alaris’ discovery? A means to end the Undead blight? Or was it a desperate clue left behind as he was taken? And then there was the portal in the basement—was it his doing, or had he been forced through it?
The answers lay beyond. We could not turn back now.
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