Hidden deep in the Dark Lands is a multitude of tall, foreboding fortresses of weathered stone, vines growing up along the sides. Not many live to tell the tale of this place, but a rare few manage to make it out.

The curious, sceptical adventurer Lazlo Brookes creeps through the forest surrounding them, his lips set in a thin line and his brows furrowed as he hacks through bushes and low hanging branches with his axe. A sword is strapped tightly to his back, just in case he runs into trouble along the way.

Soon, he comes to a clearing, and he looks up. The sky is swirling with clouds, and gave the feeling of eeriness and danger to the abandoned place. He didn't think they were real, and though he heard multiple different stories and accounts of the place, he never believed a single word. Nonetheless, he had decided to venture out into the Dark Lands to find out if it was true.

He gaped up at the towers, a shudder passing through him, but he quickly steeled himself and pushed ahead. His heart raced and his breathing quickened when he saw shadows pass a ways away from him, but he convinced himself that he was merely seeing things because he was scared.

Fear often made him see things that weren't there.

Though there was nothing there at the moment, he still felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and another shiver of dread passed through him. There was something there; something unseen and darker than the most terrifying of nightmares.

In the midst of the fortresses, a taller one stood menacingly, wherein a figure watched Lazlo with bright, angered eyes. This unknown source disappeared from the broken single window that was on the highest point, standing in the middle of a dusty room.

On the ground, Lazlo felt the beginnings of tremors. An earthquake, he thought, and quickly made for cover. He soon found there was technically no cover; there were no doors that would allow him into a fortress.

Then, he hears a low groan and deep, unnatural whispering, and he freezes in place. His heart, already racing double speed, sinks down into his stomach. Beads of sweat roll down his white face, his eyes wide in fear. He's breathing hard and turns to run when the ground shakes violently, causing Lazlo to fall on his back.

Thick, dark smooth stone walls are rising out of the ground, right in front of Lazlo's eyes, as if something wanted to trap him in. He runs, even as the ground is shaking, but the walls are already impossibly high.

Lazlo cannot help but whimper, coming to the frightening realisation that he will never be able to leave...