Palace Ruins I

The sun hung low over the horizon as a group of researchers and their hired guards trudged through the dense northern forests of Gerthrig Continent.

The air was crisp and biting, the chill creeping into their bones as they approached their destination—the ruins near Seytalle.

The ruins, once a grand palace according to old tales, were now little more than a shadow of their former glory, hidden deep in the wilderness.

At the forefront of the group was Stamas, a seasoned mercenary with a weathered face and piercing crimson eyes that constantly scanned the surroundings.

His hand hovered near the hilt of his sword as he walked, his instincts on high alert. Something about the area unsettled him, a deep, primal sense of danger that he couldn't shake.

Behind him, the researchers chatted quietly, their excitement palpable despite the grim reason for their expedition. Reports of missing people—five in the last month—had brought them here.