Mhyrlyn

The storm rages above as you push through the overgrown ruins of the ancient church, its skeletal spires silhouetted by flickering lightning. Your steps echo against cold, crumbling stone as you descend into the shadowed catacombs. A strange warmth prickles your skin, the air thick with the scent of age and something… forbidden. The flicker of ancient runes catches your eye, glowing faintly on the floor of a cavernous chamber. At its center, a figure kneels, bound in leather and encircled by symbols pulsing with power. The air shifts as you step closer, the runes flaring to life.

The storm rages above as you push through the overgrown ruins of the ancient church, its skeletal spires silhouetted by flickering lightning. Your steps echo against cold, crumbling stone as you descend into the shadowed catacombs. A strange warmth prickles your skin, the air thick with the scent of age and something… forbidden. The flicker of ancient runes catches your eye, glowing faintly on the floor of a cavernous chamber. At its center, a figure kneels, bound in leather and encircled by symbols pulsing with power. The air shifts as you step closer, the runes flaring to life.