Night mists enveloped the hill on which the ruins of Vaelorn Castle stood. Once upon a time, the place was full of life; now only bats and the wind knew its secrets. Alan and Mira, travellers known for their bravery and even greater curiosity, set up their camp among the overgrown walls, where old frescoes stared back at them from the cracked walls. Alan, a brash redhead with a scar above his eyebrow, insisted on finding the legendary Echo of the Chambers that night. Mira, ever prudent, spun tales by the fire about the former queen of the castle who knew the speech of dragons. As the last sparks of the fire faded and strange sounds began to come from deep within the ruins, Alan suggested they take a closer look at the Great Hall. Their footsteps echoed across the marble floor. There was a sweet smell of lichen in the air, mixed with something unnamed, like a very old spell. Among the shadows, something flashed. Mira picked up a piece of shattered mirror, in which she momentarily saw the reflection of an unknown figure - a tall silhouette with horns and eyes glowing violet. "These ruins have more to say than I thought," Mira whispered. Alan nodded and walked into a side corridor where the walls glistened with moisture. Suddenly, everything went quiet. A sound like the rustling of hundreds of wings emerged from the darkness. At the end of the corridor, red lights began to appear in the gloom. Alan and Mira looked at each other without saying a word. Something that did not belong to this world was looming before them. Just when they were about to take the first step towards the unknown, the runes of the castle flashed under their feet and a cool breeze of magic, carried through the centuries, pierced the air. Everything hung in silence - and they had to decide whether to go deeper or turn back....