Raven logged in inside Ironmoss Citadel, nestled among the windswept mesas of the Stoneweft Plateau. The capital of the Cindraleth Union still buzzed with the quiet aftermath of mass player logouts that had followed the Throne War rollback. The controversial patch had been deleted. The version had been reset. The chaos muted.
As always outside dungeons, Raven wore his default summoner gear—plain robes, low-tier armor, and the twin blades strapped at his sides. He kept the Cursed Chain hidden, along with Tattered Cloak of the Phantom Seer garb and anything remotely tied to his dungeon identity. Special gear was reserved for raids and boss fights. Out here, in the cities, blending in was survival.
He looked like any other mid-tier summoner passing through.
That was the point.
And now, he had no reason to linger.
This was just a pit stop. A moment of calm before his next dungeon subjugation.
He wasn't here for nostalgia.
He was here to move.
