The mist rolled low across the forest path as Miles approached the base of the Schwarzwald range, the dense evergreens crowding close like silent watchers.
The ground beneath his boots was soft, dark with dew and fallen needles. Overhead, pale shafts of early morning light pierced the canopy in narrow beams, painting the landscape in soft hues of gold and grey.
The map flickered in the corner of his system window, a faint pulse drawing him forward.
[Chamber of Whispers - 300 meters ahead]
He had heard of this place in fragments, but mostly rumors too strange to be entirely fake.
When the world opened before him and the others, after they cleared the [Mouth of the Abyss].