The sun dipped below the horizon as Ethan Lockwood and Celestia Draconyx approached the High Cathedral of Astrael. The cathedral's spires pierced the twilight sky, their stained-glass windows casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the polished marble floor. A hush enveloped the grand hall, broken only by the murmured prayers of the faithful.​At the entrance stood Seraphina, the silver-haired nun whose healing touch had once saved Ethan. Her cerulean eyes sparkled with warmth, though her hands fidgeted nervously.​Seraphina: "Welcome, Ethan Lockwood and Celestia Draconyx! We... um... oh dear, should I escort you to the cathedral or the banquet hall first? I always get these things mixed up."​Celestia sighed softly, her crimson eyes betraying a hint of amusement.​Ethan (smil

In the tranquil lull between perilous quests, Celestia Draconix revealed a seldom-seen facet of her formidable persona: a deep appreciation for leisurely mornings. She fondly dubbed these interludes her "sacred rest periods," and woe betide anyone who dared disturb her slumber before noon.​Ethan Lockwood had grown accustomed to this rhythm. Each morning, he would quietly extricate himself from their shared bed, don casual attire, and draw back the curtains to welcome the sun's golden rays. The familiar symphony of Avelline's bustling streets drifted through the open window: merchants hawking their wares, blacksmiths hammering steel, and adventurers exchanging tales of valor and folly.​Stretching languidly, Ethan murmured to himself, "Another lively day... I wonder what adventures—or misadventures—await us."​He pr

The Brazen Anvil tavern, nestled near Avelline’s west gate, pulsed with the vibrant energy of adventurers and wanderers. Lanternlight flickered across timeworn beams, and the heady aroma of roasted meats, spilled beer, and pipe smoke filled the air. Amid this chaos sat five figures at a tucked-away corner booth, their quiet conversation drawing none of the tavern’s usual attention—yet if any ear were close enough, they’d learn of threats far weightier than goblin nests or rogue mages.Guild Master Regnas leaned over the table, thick fingers drumming against a dented tankard. His wild bronze beard and crooked grin gave him the air of a friendly tavern brawler, but his sharp, alert eyes betrayed the mind of a man who’d survived a hundred power struggles—and counted the cost each time.“So,” Regnas began, voice low b

Ethan Lockwood paused at the threshold of the Labyrinth of Echoes, torchlight flickering across damp stone. Cool, pungent air wafted out, smelling of mildew and acid. He glanced back at his companions—Celestia Draconyx, the half-dragon warrior whose garnet-red eyes burned with determination, and Neo, the halfling cartographer clutching his map.They had left behind Ethan’s Silverleaf apothecary and the scheming nobles of the surface. Here, only darkness and the unknown awaited. “Ready?” Ethan asked softly. His voice echoed down the spiral stair ahead. Celestia nodded, clawed hand on her sword hilt. Neo swallowed but mustered a shaky grin. “Let’s do this.” They descended into Level 1. A vaulted chamber opened before them, lit by pale fungus glows. Ancient pillars stood cracked and slumped. The stone walls and floor were slick with translucent slime that squelched underfoot. Neo lifted a boot, grimacing at the goo clinging to it. “Ugh, gross.” “Stay alert,” Ethan warned.Dungeon slimes

Level 3 greeted them with oppressive heat and the smell of sulfur. The staircase delivered Ethan, Celestia, and Neo into a vast natural cavern. Stalagmites rose like jagged teeth from the floor, and rivulets of some steaming liquid trickled through cracks in the stone. The orange glow of molten rock visible in fissures along the walls provided dim, hellish lighting.Celestia wiped sweat from her brow. “It’s like a furnace in here,” she said, her voice echoing. Her dragon heritage granted her some resistance to heat, but even she looked uncomfortable.Neo peered at his map, the edges singed by a stray ember drifting in the air. “If this map is right, this chamber is huge. We should watch our step—lava flows, probably.” Ethan surveyed the area. The cavern stretched out into darkness bey