You step cautiously into the Looking Glass Ruins, the air thick with ancient magic and the weight of forgotten illusions.

Crumbling gravestones line the mist-laden path, their inscriptions shifting before your eyes as if reluctant to reveal their secrets.

You search for the fabled Galdorstones, their power said to amplify magic beyond imagination, but before you can venture deeper, a raspy voice calls out.

“Oh-ho! I am the Keeper of the Looking Glass Graveyard, and it has been a very long time since I've had a visitor!”

You turn to find an elderly witch standing amidst the ruins, his pale skin nearly blending with the mist.