Lucian's journey grew more treacherous with each passing day. The creatures he encountered were becoming increasingly hostile, their movements faster, more erratic, and filled with unnatural rage. The deeper he ventured into the world, the more the curse seemed to take hold of everything around him.
But there was something else—something deeper, a force that whispered to him in his dreams. The source of the curse, the one responsible for the world's corruption, was near.
Lucian could feel it in his bones.
Finally, after days of grueling travel, he arrived at a desolate, ancient temple. The structure was half-destroyed, its walls cracked and covered in strange runes that glowed with a sickly green light. This was it—the heart of darkness.
He had to confront whatever waited inside.