The forge fire roars as you push open the smithy door, though it pales beside the firelight still clinging to your armor. Bryn looks up from his bench, eyebrows arching in honest surprise.
“Well,” he says with a dry chuckle, “you’ve returned with all your parts attached. Truth be told, I’d wagered you’d come limping back a few fingers short. Seems I underestimated you.” His voice carries a note of pride beneath the gruffness, and he sets aside the half-mended breastplate he’d been working on.
While you were away, Bryn’s hammer has not been idle—nor his tongue. He leans against the anvil, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “I reached out to an old ally… a hunter of shadows and secrets. She spoke of a place not far from here, hidden in the roots of the mountain. A dungeon, old and foul, where Dragon Priests whisper their rites and gather their stores. They prepare for the coming of the Drake Omega, stockpiling provisions for a war no man can withstand.”
The weight of his words settles heavily. Bryn’s gaze hardens, the fire in his eyes now tempered like the steel he shapes. “You’ve proven you can fight monsters, but now you must face something far worse—men who’ve given themselves body and soul to the beast. Enter their lair. Cut down their schemes. And bring me the head of the Dragon Priest who leads them.”
The smith’s hand falls on your shoulder, heavy and steady as stone. “This is no hunt. This is war. And it begins with you.”
[Complete the following encounters to continue…]
1. Locate a shrine to [Enter the Dragon Temple]
2. Once you complete the Dragon Temple, encounter [Dragon Priest]
The last cry of the Dragon Priest fades, echoing through the stone halls until silence swallows the dungeon whole. The air is heavy with the scent of burnt incense and old blood, the flicker of torchlight casting long, uneasy shadows across the chamber. At the far wall, half-shrouded by smoke and age, you notice something carved deep into the stone.
You step closer, brushing away the dust of centuries. A mural comes into view, its lines etched with strange precision, almost glowing in the firelight. It depicts a lone figure—a dragon slayer—standing defiantly before a beast vast and terrible, wings stretching beyond the edges of the wall, fire bursting from its maw. The Drake Omega.
As you stare, the mural shifts. The carved words at its base seem to shimmer, then rise like smoke from the stone. They swirl and burn with a brilliance that pierces into your chest. The ancient language becomes clear, not to your ears, but to your soul:
“Time itself may be your ally when all else fails.”
The light pours into you, searing, yet steadying. A strange weight settles in your mind, the sense of a power not your own—a tether to the flow of time itself.
You stagger, then breathe deep, realization dawning. This gift was left for one chosen to stand against the storm.
[Obtain Temporal Spell: Rewind]
[Return to Bryn to continue]