Long ago, the archmage Pharzama vanished beneath the earth, and with him went his wealth, his secrets, and the truth of what was buried in the dark below his ruined tomb. Generations of looters have stripped the upper halls, scholars whisper of deeper vaults, and every few years someone hears the same rumor: that something still waits in the lowest level, sealed away and calling for those desperate, foolish, or curious enough to answer. Now that call has reached you.

Whether it comes as a dream, a promise, a plea, or a whisper only you can hear, it draws you toward the black stone entrance of Pharzama’s Tomb and the long descent beneath it. Somewhere on the bottom floor lies the thing you came for—an artifact, a truth, a lost soul, or something far stranger—but the path downward is broken, sealed, and guarded by dead hands that still remember their duty. To reach it, you will have to press deeper through looted crypts, ancient prison-wards, and forgotten halls where old magic still clings to the walls and the dungeon seems to wake a little more with every step.