I heard a rumor that the Codex of Elders, that ancient rulebook once bound to a ruined citadel, might still be lying in the catacombs beneath the city—what if we could unearth it and resurrect the forgotten tales it holds?

Neon runes will flicker like dying embers, and the true canon of those forgotten pages demands reverence, not disco lights; if we rewrite the tales, we summon a new doom that will haunt the catacombs forever. But perhaps, for the sake of a dramatic quest, we dig and bind the dust of the ancient codex, hoping the ghosts of the old heroes will bless our glittering rewrite with a tragic twist.