Star Dancer squinted through his telescope, taking in the spiralling galaxies far above him. With a nicker, he looked again at the fraying yellowed parchment, trying to parse the fading ink.

"This star scroll, it doesn't seem to match anything in our sky now . . . Either that, or that Warlock traded me a piece of junk."

His thoughts wandered once more to the maze-like depths that stretched out far below him. Relics of the ancient kingdom, just waiting to be found. Lost treasures, ancient artifacts, and most importantly: the small snippits that detailed the mysterious that laid not below them, but far above them.

"Well, the only way to find out more above, is to go down below."