The deeper Ethan and Aelira dug, the more they realized how deep the conspiracy ran. The artifacts they were searching for weren't just pieces of old tech; they were keys to something ancient and terrifying. And as they ventured into the hidden layers of Ravenfall, they encountered enemies both new and old.
But things took an even darker turn when they found a map, one leading to a forgotten chamber beneath the city. The map was incomplete, marked only with cryptic symbols. But the signal—the one they had been chasing was unmistakably connected to it.
Ethan didn't trust the underground faction they had been working with, but they didn't have a choice. They were close, too close to turning back.
As Ethan and Aelira made their way toward the chamber, the Scorchfang Guild grew more aggressive. They had learned of Ethan's presence in the underground markets, and their patience was running thin.
Varian Korr's shadow loomed large, and the threats came in waves. But it wasn't just the guilds that were after Ethan anymore. Political forces from within Ravenfall's inner circles were also moving, and their interests in the Echo were far more complicated than mere greed.
The next few days were a blur of evasion, cat-and-mouse games through the city's underbelly. Every step forward felt like a trap laid by unseen hands, pulling them toward an inevitable confrontation.
Ethan had a gut feeling that things were only going to get worse from here, and the prophecy was growing louder with every passing moment.