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The wind whistles through the trees. That’s all. No other being could stand to live within the realm of the Mystic Lake.

Over three thousand years ago, a supreme mage cast a spell on a clearing in the Southern Forest. For it kept an artifact. A vestige from the very dawn of Arcadia, the fifth world from the Great Star.

The legend is told that whomsoever possesses this item would be granted the power of the gods.

For millennia, such an object of unimaginable power had proved an undeniable temptation to every creature in the land. To obtain. To master. To wield.

Thus for its safekeeping, it was sealed away in the heart of the Mystic Lake, protected by layers of thick ice—the harsh and brittle shards of enchanted frost for over a thousand years forming on and around the cursed Lake, growing thicker still.

Hidden in the Southern Forest. Whispered as a myth.

Sought no longer by mage or man.

A mere echo of a lost age.

Forgotten…

The most powerful relic in all the known worlds.

It remains undisturbed to this day.