The party of Adventurers broke through the final barrier of the Dungeon.

Defeating the last Guardian Boss had opened the path to the Sacred Heart of the Labyrinth. They could never have thought their wildest dream had come true. The dungeon was too harsh a place to let them hope; hope that one day they would conquer its lowest levels.

Behind the thin film of water, some parts obscured by moss, was what appeared to be text. Written in some ancient language.

As several of the party began translating several others began clearing the ground to begin laying the symbols and relics they'd need for the large scale movement spell. The remainder of the Raid fixed their gear and polished their weapons while listening to translated narration of the mysterious message.

(inspired by DM LN's, Re:Monster and Mystery of the Dungeon)