The Next Morning – Velanthris Dungeon Entrance
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The sky was still dark when the expedition reached the foot of the colossal stone valley. Mist rolled over the ground like creeping ghosts, swallowing boots and wagon wheels. Towering cliffs arched overhead, carved with faded runic patterns worn smooth by centuries of wind. The entrance to the dungeon yawned open in the rock face — an enormous stone archway shaped like a closed eye, sealed shut by a translucent barrier of swirling blue mist.
The air hummed with ancient power. It felt cold, thick, and electric.
Even the loudest knights fell silent as the sheer presence of the place pressed against their chests.
Someone whispered, voice trembling:
"Velanthris… The Arcanum Labyrinth."
The heroes stood at the front formation, staring in awe.
Daniel stepped forward first, gripping his sword, eyes shining with ambition.
"So this is it. The dungeon no one has ever cleared."
