Arlen set out from the volcanic slopes of Ashen Spire, his mind sharpened by mastery and his heart steady with purpose. The road to the ruined city of Myrr—and the Veil of Echoes labyrinth beneath it—wound through desolate badlands, dense thorn forests, and haunted moors where the air shimmered with old magic.
The journey was fraught with dangers. Bandits, emboldened by tales of a powerful adventurer traveling alone, twice attempted ambushes, but Arlen's advanced reflexes and mastery of stealth allowed him to slip past or turn the tables, leaving them bewildered in the dust. At night, he faced restless spirits on the moors—echoes of Myrr's tragic past—using Mind Shield and shadow magic to ward off their illusions and soul-chilling howls.
Crossing the Thornwood, Arlen encountered monstrous predators and natural hazards. He navigated tangled brambles with Nature Magic and used his enchanted blade to cut through the thickest undergrowth. When a venomous serpent attacked from above, Arlen's senses and mana-fueled speed let him dispatch it swiftly.
As he drew closer to Myrr, the land grew increasingly eerie. The air was heavy with whispers and flickering shadows. Ghostly figures drifted through the ruins, and the boundary between memory and reality seemed to blur. Using Sense the Hidden, Arlen avoided deadly traps left behind by ancient defenders, and with Survival Instinct, he found safe passage through the crumbling outskirts.
By the time he reached the outskirts of the ruined city, Arlen was weary but undaunted. The broken towers and mist-filled streets of Myrr stretched before him—a place where past and present danced together, and where only the strong of mind and spirit could hope to survive.
With the labyrinth's entrance somewhere beneath the city's spectral heart, Arlen steeled himself for the challenges ahead. The Veil of Echoes awaited, its secrets ready to test and transform him yet again.