The ancient city of Arkenhelm lay silent and foreboding before the Guardians as they stood at the entrance to the catacombs. The ruins of the city stretched out in all directions, buried under layers of snow and ice, the remnants of a civilization long forgotten. Massive stone structures loomed like silent sentinels, their once-proud towers now crumbled and broken.
The air was colder here, unnaturally so, as if the very atmosphere around the city was infused with a lingering magic. Frost clung to the ancient stones, and the wind whispered through the ruins, carrying with it an eerie, haunting melody.