All eyes focused on the frail cloaked figure, one they all instinctively knew all too well.
A figure from ancient times, who isolated himself within a very strange, mysterious temple in order to unravel its secrets.
They all knew this because of how powerful and influential he was back in the old days before he gave all of it up.
Garbo, a prominent Meremen race member, a man who once governed all rivers that ran across Pangea.
His raspy voice seeped into the air, darkening the atmosphere. "I have spent all my life studying the Seven Sins Temple…"
The moment he called that name, everyone's heart seemed to skip a beat, their eyes flashing in realization.
So that's what it was… ancient tales, stories that lived long before the ancient races themselves came to be, spoken of in the Seven Sins Temple.
A place where one could acquire boundless power and riches, if specific unknown requirements lost to time were met.
