The closer I came the sweeter the smell. I could feel powers
of the Ancient domain. I travelled for years in search of this place:
a place beyond dreams, a place with no name.
Lost between pages of an old manuscript, scattered through
ages as unholy relics. Their powers were sleeping in hands of the
fools, waiting to be woken by those who knew. Unsure what to
find in these unholy grounds, the gateway to past opened to now.