In an ancient, desolate city drowned in fog, silence prevailed.
An absolute stillness seeped through its corners, deepening its gloom and suffocating weight.
Old Ashvarn… the forgotten city.
A cursed land that had become endless—no one knew where it began or where it ended.
Those who entered it became prisoners of its vast maze.
A labyrinth from which no one had ever found an exit.
And now, the unfortunate hunters… had become its latest victims.
It took no more than a single hour for many of them to fall, one after another.
The weak were the first to die.
Only the strong remained, carving their survival through blood and desperation.
Among the many battle-scarred zones, one old street stood out—
its stone ground painted with layers of blood, some clotted and old… others fresh and still warm.
The street lay empty.
Save for the corpse of a giant—its body torn open, abdomen split apart, its face charred beyond recognition.
