[Gerrard Freya flashback]
[37 Years Ago...]
[A- Rank - Dungeon Of Horns]
Gerrard Freya's eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the dungeon.
The cave seemed to breathe with moist air, it was heavy as the scent of earth and the sharp rotting smell of lurking creatures.
His team, young and experienced heroes of countless subjugations, moved in practised formation.
The faint luminescence of their equipment and the careful beam of the mage's flashlight were the only light, revealing rough walls, dripping stalactites, and shadows that seemed too alive.
An uneasy tension rippled through the air, a sense of oppressive wrongness that toyed with Gerrard's senses
Somewhere ahead, the quiet shuffling gave way to something else... monstrous roars and slithers cutting through the air.
Every footstep felt like taunting a waiting beast. The infestation was heavy in this place.
"Where did you go now? She always does this..." A young Gerrard muttered under his breath.
