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Intro. In ancient times, when kingdoms still stood on blood and iron, a dungeon arose that defied the very logic of the world. Its black stone gates rested in the depths of a forgotten forest, shrouded in eternal mists. No cartographer dared to mark it on maps, for the very earth around it seemed to change with the moon.
It was said that the dungeon had no end. Each time a door was opened, a new floor was born—vast corridors, ruined temples, underground forests, and hidden seas, all inhabited by mystical creatures that did not belong to this world. Bone dragons, winged serpents, shadow knights, and ancient beasts roamed the deep levels, guarding secrets that no mortal should ever discover.
Kings and emperors sent entire armies to explore its halls. None returned. But always, in villages and taverns, the same legend echoed: the one who reaches the top floor of the dungeon will obtain enough power to shape destiny
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Intro. In ancient times, when kingdoms still stood on blood and iron, a dungeon arose that defied the very logic of the world. Its black stone gates rested in the depths of a forgotten forest, shrouded in eternal mists. No cartographer dared to mark it on maps, for the very earth around it seemed to change with the moon.
It was said that the dungeon had no end. Each time a door was opened, a new floor was born—vast corridors, ruined temples, underground forests, and hidden seas, all inhabited by mystical creatures that did not belong to this world. Bone dragons, winged serpents, shadow knights, and ancient beasts roamed the deep levels, guarding secrets that no mortal should ever discover.
Kings and emperors sent entire armies to explore its halls. None returned. But always, in villages and taverns, the same legend echoed: the one who reaches the top floor of the dungeon will obtain enough power to shape destiny
Irina
@Draco
Irina