Arcane Journey

Just when Brian was heading to the depths of the Great Annihilation Field, deep in the maze-like complex cave, many eyes flashed suddenly, and a ray of light suddenly flashed in the darkness.

The bright light paused for a moment, then began to spin and dance wildly, and quickly expanded, burning and transforming into a bright, floating picture.
This is a structure made of pure metal. Its body is round, like carefully polished jade, smooth and full of texture. Its arms and legs are slender and powerful, like exquisite ivory carvings, elegant and tough.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of mechanical wings that are constantly flapping above its two mechanical arms. The wings draw elegant arcs in the air with amazing flexibility, making a subtle sound of wind.

The expression of this creature always has a kind smile, as if they have endless joy and satisfaction, and above the smiling mouth, there is a big eye that is always wide open, full of the light of wisdom.

Under this eye, its face is like a carefully carved gemstone mask, full of mystery and majesty.

In the deep cave, a deep laughter suddenly erupted. It spread like ripples in the cave and gradually floated towards the palm-sized construct. There was a mysterious rhythm in this laughter, It's like an ancient language telling an unknown ritual.

As the laughter echoed, the strange eyes in the cave began to come alive. They shone like stars, staring at the scene in front of them.

A solemn and solemn atmosphere spread in the cave.

"Let's get started." The deep voice sounded again, with the confidence and majesty of a winner.

As these words fell, a huge piece of meat rose from the rock at the bottom of the cave.

It seemed to have been reborn, drifting lazily towards the quiet picture.

As it got closer, the dusty tentacles began to undergo magical changes. They gradually collapsed and then shrank into a ball.

Then, this huge creature began to shrink, as if under a burst of mysterious magic, it turned into the exact same shape and size as the small construct in the blink of an eye.

Above this deformed creature, the pair of eyes seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force, observing the entire imitation process with concentration.

These eyes are connected to a sphere by tentacles that dance like snakes, and a huge mouth full of fangs opens below the sphere.

The entire cave seems to be the organ of this creature, and its breath is full of mystery and danger.

In the center of the floating sphere, the huge one-eye burned with excitement.

Its gaze is like burning stars, with strong desire and expectation.

As the flames in the one eye danced, a low groan of satisfaction echoed in the cave, as if the creature was appreciating its own masterpiece.

The air in the cave seemed to be infected by this emotion, full of excitement and anticipation.

The beholder tyrant Karazkar is older than other beholders, but for his species, years of patient waiting and careful calculation will one day wear off. For Karazkar, this day has arrived.

The beholder tyrant was suspended in mid-air, spinning rapidly and excitedly around the shapeshifter he controlled, and referring to the summoned image, nitpicking for the differences between the two. After the final inspection was completed, it issued a There was a rumble of satisfaction.

As it fluttered, it cast powerful magic, and the fine particles of magic flames flew with it.

If all goes well, this petite and delicate construct will soon follow other modron teams and return to the mechanical realm of clockwork nirvana.

With this, Karazkar, through his eyes and his minions that are stably connected to his will, can follow the steps of the Mechanical Morton and find the Labyrinth Engine hidden deep in the Underdark.

Deep in the maze, there is an otherworldly and mysterious power hidden, where the maze engine is located.

This mechanical equipment is like a pearl embedded in the heart of the maze. Its name is called the Sequencer by the modron, symbolizing the power to expel chaos and bring order.

Its power comes from magic, and its ability to replace reality is amazing.

Karazkar, an ambitious beholder tyrant, longs to explore this mysterious engine.

His goal is to activate the labyrinth engine and accomplish a great deed that would astonish even the Great Matron.

In his vision, once he successfully starts the maze engine, he will become the most perfect beholder tyrant except the Great Mistress, and no beholder can rival him. It can still vividly remember that in the distant and cruel past, the arrival of the Felin Demon Sunflower was like a nightmare coming to the city of Ortur.

At that moment, everything fell into chaos and despair.

The beholders were brutally torn apart in that city, their magic so powerful that it tore apart the maze-like passages like an explosion.

Those passages, once safe havens, are now death traps.

Their bloody bodies blocked every street in the city of Ortur, and the entire city was filled with an aura of cruelty and destruction.

The city of Ortur, a place where purple worms and illithid tribes once surrendered, has now become their battlefield.

Those beholders who were once proud have become vulnerable in front of the phaerim.

Their power, which once melted rock easily, now pales into insignificance under the immense pressure.

Those hard rocks, once turned into new passages and halls under the magic of the beholder, have now become the tombs where they are buried.

Those fighting teams that once slaughtered the drow wantonly have now disappeared under the shadow of the phaerinn.

The armies of dark elves and their ilk once dared to challenge all the unknown and powerful, but in front of the Felin Demon Kui, they were ruthlessly manipulated.

This city, once full of life and vitality, is now in ruins.

And this is Karazkar's hometown.

The prosperity and glory of the past now only existed in his memory.

This ruin is an eternal pain in his heart.

After experiencing a long escape, crossing the dark realm, and being relentlessly chased and tortured by the phaerinn, the beholder still could not believe that its city had completely fallen.

Those alternating days and nights seemed like just a cruel dream, repeated over and over again, unable to wake up. As time flies, countless days pass, and its mood changes from despair to determination, from escape to acceptance.

It begins to understand that only by facing reality can the real way out be found.

Eventually, the beholder came to the deepest part of the Underdark - the Wormtangled Path.

This is its refuge and its place of rebirth.

Here, it created its own lair - the Great Field of Annihilation.

This is a place that symbolizes the coexistence of despair and hope, and is a true portrayal of the beholder's inner world.

The Great Annihilation is filled with mysterious power and deep sorrow.

Here, the beholder Karazkar swore an oath that he would stick to this place and never flee again.

This is both its cage and its place of freedom.

It will meditate, practice, and wait for opportunities to come here.

Now, the opportunity has finally come.

How could the beholder tyrant Karazkar let go of this golden opportunity. (End of chapter)