After making preparations for several days, Wagner finally descended into the darkness.
But even with all the preparation in the world, nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to encounter.
In truth, no one could have been ready for the trials of the Dark Valley.
Wagner felt like he was falling through an endless expanse of darkness and malice. He had no sense of how long the fall lasted. When he finally came to, he was already lying on the uneven ground of the forbidden zone.
Even before he opened his eyes to look around, otherworldly ravings started echoing in his ears.
Mad whispers drifted through the valley, seeping into the air itself. They murmured promises of power, of answers, of his deepest desires, each offered at the price of his sanity.
The voices were faint, almost subtle, but Wagner understood the danger at once.
