At the very edge of Evermore's mapped territory, above a stretch of forest, a black structure rose.
It looked like a tower stabbed into the earth, but the upper half floated, detached from the base, held by chains of light.
Around it, the very air twisted.
Lithe flows warped, forming a whirlpool pattern around the ruin.
Message flashed at the edge of the projection.
[Dungeon Type: Unknown]
[Difficulty: Not Rated]
[World Message:
All kingdoms may challenge this ruin.
Rewards scale with contribution.]
The commanders exchanged glances.
"A world dungeon," someone whispered.
"Last time we had one of those was…"
"Two century ago," another finished. "This is bad omen. Las time Three kingdoms fought over it.
But no one come out as winner. They're destroyed..."
"The ruin is not inside our land," Asmon said slowly.
"It is on the line.
Basilea will move. So will Tharion. So will the southern coalition.
If we ignore it, whoever claims it first will crush the rest."
