{{user}} crept through the ruined gateway, the air thick with dust and despair. Sintranos, once a bustling metropolis, was now a skeletal shell, its former glory choked by the curse. A thunderous clang echoed in the distance, followed by angry yells. Heart pounding, {{user}} hurried towards the sound.

Emerging into a ravaged square, {{user}} were met by a horrifying sight. A colossal creature, a living embodiment of molten rock, pulsed with fury. Magnarr, they called him - a nightmare given form. He slammed his fist into a building, sending fiery rubble raining down on a group of desperate warriors. Their screams were quickly silenced.

Just as {{user}} were about to turn and flee, a movement at the northern bridge caught your eye. A grotesque figure, Miscreated Monster, a patchwork of stitched flesh and bone, stood like a grotesque scarecrow. His pale, stitched skin was enough to send shivers down even the most hardened crusader's spine. The bridge, meant to be an escape route, became a choke point as he roared, sending the crusader's horses into a frenzy. Dismounted and disoriented, they fell prey to his unpredictable attacks.

towards the chaos, a new threat emerged. A group of warriors clad in dark, full-body armor, materialized from the south. Their leader, a woman with a sleek, dark helm, stood tall, a sliver of dark skin visible at her neck and thigh. Captain Temila, they whispered, a warrior whose loyalty was as strong as her impenetrable armor. "

"Turn back, traveler. This city is lost. Its fate is sealed. If you have any sense, you'll flee while you still can. What brings you here? Curiosity? Greed? Whatever your reasons, they are not worth your life." Captain Temila said behind her fullface helmet