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Adion walked down through the empty stone corridors of the Under. He could hear the creatures deeper doing whatever they did. Some fighting, others eating. He could also hear the echos of the Under, making distance seem infinite. The stone was a darker black than even the stone within Tyr, as compared to its normal white shine.

Drip... Drip... Drip the water rang through the stone halls as something else echoed and rippled through Adion's head. With every step, both the water and the message became louder, clearer. Soon, Adion could understand fragments of the message. "Millennial Fortress. Blood. Father. Champions. Man. Falls. Fail." The message was incomplete, but arcane. As if the magic that made it eternal was waning, hoping for some form of boost. Some kind of maintenance. This filled Adion with an indescribable dread as he walked further into the Under.