The Secrets

I clenched my fists. "I'm on my way."

Without wasting a second, I sprinted through the streets of Asnor, heading toward the city gates. My heart pounded—not from exertion, but from the weight of Fafnir's words.

The Ruined Spine wasn't abandoned.

That meant someone—or something—had been hiding there all this time.

As I exited the gates, I channeled Magicore into my legs, propelling myself forward at a breakneck pace. The landscape blurred around me as I closed the distance, my mind racing with possibilities.

Who could possibly be down there? More enemies? Another ancient force awakened? Or was it something else entirely?

After what felt like mere minutes, I arrived at the Ruined Spine. The once-decimated landscape stretched before me, but in the distance, I spotted a faint glow—a magical beacon left by Fafnir to guide me.

I descended carefully, making my way through the uneven, broken ground, until I found them.