The air shimmered with the corruption of the Void. We stood before the gateway—an open wound in reality, pulsing with dark energy. The Undead guarded the three massive crystals surrounding it, their light feeding the infernal portal like beating hearts.
Each step closer drained our strength. The ground trembled as if the world itself resisted our approach. Yet we pressed on—one by one, the crystals would fall, and so too would the Undead’s plans.
Steel clashed against bone, and spells ignited the night. The shriek of shattering crystal echoed like thunder through the abyss. But as the final one broke, a face appeared within the fragments—an old man’s, fractured into a thousand reflections.
His words reached us like a whisper carried by the void:
“Save Vharthos… before it’s too late…”
Was this a warning—or a lure into the Undead’s next trap? Either way, our path was set. The portal behind us collapsed in a blinding flash. There was truly no way back. 
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