Dungeons, as it turns out, are paradoxes made real—treacherous and unpredictable, yet brimming with unimaginable beauty and untold riches.
The lands surrounding Mistvale are home to countless such dungeons, each possessing its own allure, mystery, and danger.
Some are renowned for their vast deposits of magic stones, their crystalline veins pulsating with arcane energy. Others are teeming with rare and potent medicinal herbs, capable of curing ailments that no ordinary healer could mend.
And then, there is one—a dungeon whispered about in hushed awe—where fields of luminous, ethereal flowers bloom in an endless array of colors. Their glow casts a dreamlike radiance, painting the cavern in shifting hues that make it feel less like a place of peril and more like a realm plucked from the dreams of the gods. Adventurers flock there not for treasure, but for the view alone—a fleeting glimpse of something truly otherworldly.
