Aramen had been living in this secret plane since the time of the first adventurers.
He had been nothing more than a Squire when the mysterious mist swallowed him. Now, he was old and weary. Over the centuries, he had lost countless friends and loved ones to this nightmare.
He had grown tired.
Far too tired.
Arguably the strongest adventurer in this secret plane, he was also the oldest. He had reached both the peak of the Cavalier Rank and the limits of his lifespan. He was more than eighteen hundred years old already.
He knew he had little time left.
But one thing he was certain of…
Freedom was only a step away.
Across from him sat Kesha, an elf gifted in magic. She had only spent a couple of hundred years inside this secret plane, so on many occasions, she deferred to Aramen's judgment.
This was one of them.
"Must it be her?" Kesha asked with a frown on her beautiful face.
