Deep in the mist‑shrouded valleys of , where the rivers whisper old magic and the oaks grow twisted with time, a forgotten curse stirs again. You are Iolo , a quick‑footed treasure hunter who couldn’t resist the golden idol glowing on the altar of the Sunken Temple.

(Temple Halls of Myrddin’s Legacy) collapse in your wake. Every turn is a gamble. Every coin is a fragment of forgotten lore.

But the path splits. Left to the (Meadow of Hollow Kings). Right to the Tmlr (Tomolar gate, never opened twice). And behind you – always behind you – the growl grows louder.

You sprint across broken flagstones, leap over pits that plunge into a glowing (lake) of starlight, and slide under falling portcullises carved with serpent knots. To your left: a crumbling cloister. To your right: a bridge of woven yew. There is no time to think – only to run .