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"The Ancestor's legacy," Reynauld muttered, a grim set to his jaw. "It calls to us."

The flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows against the damp stone walls of the ruins. Reynauld gripped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles white. Beside him, Dismas checked the flintlock of his pistol for the third time in as many minutes. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and something far worse—the metallic tang of ancient, dried blood. Darkest DungeonData edycji: 12-02-2022, 17:48Po...

They had been walking for hours, or perhaps it was days. In the Darkest Dungeon , time didn't flow; it festered. "The Ancestor's legacy," Reynauld muttered, a grim set