The legend of an immeasurable power that lies hiddeh the det mountains resonates ihs of the world. A power so immehat it is capable of razing cities to the ground and leaving nothing but embers and ashes.

  “Or so the myths of Runt say.”

  -They are not just myths. My family has been here for hundreds of years, and you will uand once you look at it- A short man with dozens of wrinkles on his face was the one who spoke. He was the leader of this ptoon of soldiers who had arrived in search of hope for his people.

  -I still 't believe we are wasting our time on these stupid children's stories instead of fighting the demons that pgue our people out there,-- Markin, his frustration was evident in his voice, but what seemed to bother him the most was the idea of his people being sughtered in thousands by the sed.

  -We have already talked about this, even if we were there, our lives would not be worth more than a few seds for the civilians,-- answered Emil, Corporal sed in and of the ptoon and who after a vote decided to e in search of a miracle, --If we succeed in this, maybe we could increase that figure to a few hours.

  -Maybe even save everyone - Vendria, war medid Emil's right hand man, had participated in dozens of battles together, and there were rumors that the two had had an affair in the past.

  -They won't seriously believe that nonsense. If the Inquisition finds out, we will be executed, and I'm not talking about a simple firing squad.

  -Sile has beeuries sihese mines have had people walking on them. -The Old Man spoke again as he looked down the passages of the cave. He was the guide in charge, and his family had navigated the hundreds of different passages of the miil it was closed.

  -Please, old man, there are more important matters than giving importao some simple mines. -Rodrik was the one who answered the old man. As did Markin.

  -With the old man's words, all the others looked to where the old man was looking, notig the traces of something that seemed to have destroyed everything. With dozens of footprints all over the pce.

  Rodrik approached the tracks. as he reached his hand towards the ground and grabbed some ash between his fingers.

  -Flesh Hounds, at least two dozen, and led by a lesser demon.

  -So the tales were true; there is somethihat is the demons enough to send forces in search of them.

  -We are dead if we fight in this pce, with its byrinthine passages. -This time, it was Aaron who spoke, a quiet man who always read in his spare time.

  -We'll be dead anyway if we let them get that power. - Emil turo the ten men in his ptoon who apanied him. -We'll go on no matter what.

  After that, they put aside their versation and tinued walking, following the old man's lead. He was not someohey had chosen at random to be their guide. In the area, his family had been reized for being one of the few who knew all the passages of the mio the letter.

  Something they didn't seem to take as a joke, since despite his wrinkled skin, tattoos of the mine passages could be seen all over his body.

  -What the fuck are those voian, I doubt the demons have anything like songs-Markin was the one who spoke after hours of walking.

  The others hadn't paid attention to him the first time he said it, believing it to be madness, but he tinued.

  -The old man answered calmly; he knew what Markin was talking about. -Then there were the unfortunate ohose who had lost their family. They all said something different when asked what they said or what they sounded like, but they all agreed that they were beautiful songs.

  -So this idiot here is pining about a few simple songs? - Vendria's joke caused the whole group to ugh.

  -They give me chills. I feel how it strangely affects my mind every time I hear it....

  -I've heard about something simir with demon worshippers. They say they hear the voices of their masters in their heads, anding them t chaos aru.

  -What if the power they are talking about is a demon? What if it is something they sealed millennia ago, and that is why they have e to our p? We could be accelerating the fall of Magog instead of saving it.

  -It is not the first time that Magog has been threatened by demons and I have also heard the stories. But why expin it?- The old man turo Markin, -Tell them what the ts cause in you.

  Markin seemed hesitant to expin what he was experieng, but the expet looks of his panio him no choice. -...Calm, my mind feels clearer and at the same time frightened by the strange ess in me.

  Everyone was astonished by his words, and some, curious to know what he was referring to, tried to pay more attention to their surroundings, trying to listen to those ts.

  -It doesn't matter what's there; we've all seen the fissure this time. We'll be lucky if the defe a few weeks; the p will fall this time, no matter what we do. If we release something worse, maybe it will save our suffering and do it faster. - Emil's voice returo his anding tone as he made sure everyone was clear. -Let's move on, old man. We 't waste any more time, I don't want the demons to secure the pce first.

  -No matter what kind of demons or beasts they are, they won't get there before us. Even the most capable bloodhound couldn't find the pce without getting lost hundreds of times along these paths.

  -That's why they closed this pce. Why did everyo lost? - I would e. I had always been curious about the history of pces, and a pce like this was only worse.

  -It was one of many, but not the main one. Hundreds of families had already bee aced to its strange mysteries; the value of Bauxanium was worth it. But although many came for the mineral, others wahe source of the rumors.

  -Had there been prospectors before? - The question came from Rodrik, who was in charge of cheg the motion sensor to make sure they weren't ambushed.

  -Thousands for turies, dug endlessly. With tless of them dead to the point of exhaustion, coveting from the depths of their souls that power for themselves. It was not until two hundred years ago, after thousands of searchers' deaths, that a discovery was made. A giant chamber full of strange figures, all with the same appearance. But the rumors reached the inquisition, who decided to close the mine and shut it down, deg it to be heretical despite the pleas of the surrounding citizens.

  -The cult of the rock. - Aaron intervened.

  -A stupid name given to simple citizens by the Inquisition, all with the excuse of being able to murder them all. -The old man seemed annoyed by the words, almost insulted. But in their attempts to wipe everyo, they mao create what they feared: a cult of something worse.

  -So this is where the demon worshippers who caused the rift came from? - Emil had never heard about something like that, something normal sihey were simple soldiers and the high and would never inform on simple disposable pieces.

  -That's right, some were i children who didn't uand why their superiors wao kill them, but they grew up with rese, and although they tried to make the “rock” listen to them, they fell on deaf ears until apparently something did.

  -Then someone reminds me, what are we doing in a pce that no one has mao free whatever it is that is here?

  -Two days ago, a signature of unknown power lit up the sky as thousands of demonic creatures ravaged the area. Which caused the death of any demonic creature or follower. -It aul who had spoken; he was one of those who believed that whatever was in this pce could help them.

  - From now on, keep quiet. We will cross through the stra passages to get there sooner, and you hear voices that want to guide you to other pces. foy song, and everything will be fihe old man's voice gave no room for replies, and everyone followed his instrus.