ARIN

The young wizard, whose name was Arin, stood on the edge of the cliff, staring out at the vast ocean before him. It had been several months since his last battle, and he had spent that time traveling and exploring new lands. He had come across many strange and wondrous things in his travels, but he had also encountered new challenges and enemies.

As he stood there, lost in thought, he heard a voice behind him. "Arin, my boy," the voice said. It was his old friend, the dwarf Thorne. Arin turned to see Thorne approaching him with a serious look on his face.

"What's wrong, Thorne?" Arin asked, sensing that something was amiss.

"It's Necros," Thorne said, his voice low. "He's back, and he's stronger than ever."

Arin's heart sank at the news. He had thought that Necros was gone for good, but apparently, he had been wrong. "Where is he?" Arin asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

"He's in the ruins of an old castle, not far from here," Thorne said. "He's been gathering an army, a