Their vision slowly returned, the blinding light fading to reveal a harsh and desolate landscape.
Luka and Kira stood on the jagged edge of a massive mountain, its peak disappearing into the gray, cloud-streaked sky above.
The wind howled between the rocks, carrying with it dust.
The ground beneath them was dry and cracked, a barren stretch of lifeless terrain where nothing grew, nothing lived.
Carved into the side of the mountain was a gaping cave mouth, its entrance jagged and dark.
Inside, faint glimmers of dull light reflected off the rough walls, revealing small, round creatures curled into spheres.
Golems—dozens of them—sat dormant, their bodies made of earthen stone and runes dim with inactivity.
For now, they slept.
"Oh!" Luka stretched his arms. "Let's get this party started," he declared with a wide grin, his voice echoing off the rocks.
He knew exactly what this place was in the game
Kira smirked as she stepped beside him, arms crossed.
