The guild of heroes, they said—only a chosen few able to register their name. Not even a ranked adventurer could gain the privilege to step foot within its walls. This guild was not meant for exploration or petty quests. It was created for one reason, and one reason only.
"The dungeons above…" Aiden whispered, voice almost lost to the night.
He raised his eyes. The moon was fuller here, casting its silver glow like a lantern burning holes into the dark. The night was clean, polished, unnervingly quiet, save for the faint rustle of branches and the beat of his own heart. That moonlight spilled over the world and revealed them—massive silhouettes suspended in the sky.
The dungeons.
