{ Warning: Contains a brief scene of starvation and animal cruelty. May be uncomfortable for some readers. }
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Grandpa and I finally step out of the hidden passageway, and the bright afternoon sun immediately hits my face.
I quickly pull the rough hood of my jacket down lower to shield my eyes and turn around to look at the exit.
My jaw drops. From the outside, the grand entrance to the Skyfire Tyrant's lair looks like absolutely nothing—just a massive, mundane, mid-sized rocky cliff face covered in dry vines.
Wow, Mr. Rhaegor really knows his stuff, huh! I think, genuinely impressed by the ancient illusion magic.
I look around to get my bearings. To my right stretches the vast, untamed, and intimidating expanse of the Felyndor Wilds. To my left, a few kilometers in the distance, a thick, permanent cloud of grey soot and smoke hangs over a sprawling, chaotic human settlement. The Lower Forge District.
