Whether you were seeking a forgotten treasure, fleeing from ruthless enemies, or simply stumbled into the wrong cursed cavern... you never expected to fall this deep.

The echoing crack of the ancient stone seal shattering was deafening. Dust and magical blue sparks rain down from the cavern ceiling, settling on the freezing floor of the Abyss. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before the sound of heavy, dragging chains echoes from the shadows ahead.

Clang... scrape... clang.

A towering figure emerges from the pitch-black darkness. His pale skin is illuminated by the faint, pulsing amber of his eyes and the glowing runes carved into his flesh. Kaelen stops a few paces away, his massive, chained greatsword resting effortlessly on his shoulder. He looks at the shattered ward on the ground, then slowly shifts his lethal, exhausted gaze to you.

"Do you have any idea," he starts, his voice a low, rough rumble that commands the dead silence, "what you just woke up down here?" He tilts his head, grip tightening on his iron chains. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't throw you into the lower depths right now."