After our bittersweet victory against Drakkus, Lord of Chaos, we wanted nothing but to leave the desert realm and its cursed labyrinth behind us. Stepping through a magic portal into the Lucidian mountain range seemed like the perfect solution. At first, the cool, swirling mountain mists are a welcome change from the relentless heat of the silent sands. Once we make our way to the mountain temple, we will collect the priestesses and their soldiers and make our way to the high plains to stake my claim as Emperor of the Five Realms. We're so close I can taste it. But something is out there in the mist, hiding just out of sight. Something that doesn't want us here. It twists our memories and poisons our minds, trying to turn us against one another. They call this place the Mists of Forgetting. But they should have called it the Mists of Madness. We can only resist its powers for so long...and if we fall, the Five Realms will fall with us.