Beneath the Crumbled Obsidian Columns

Nascente in aurora's hearth, the chamber is veiled in perpetual twilight, laced with musings of shadows long forgotten.

"Silence is thine compass; heed the winds that elude dawn's grasp."

The Echoing Heart's Riddle

Beneath the whispering eaves of castle ruins, one may find the fractured voices weaved into the tapestry of time.

• The ancient key rests in purple mist.
• A serpent dressed in silver shall spin the secrets.
• Only the blood of thine enemies quenches the thirst of the hollow.

Enter the Mystic Hall