Within their cavern, shadowed and dank, Polyphemus roared. His sole eye blazed like a fiery coal, casting dancing shadows on the jagged walls. A mighty hand slammed against a stone wall, sending tremors through his lair. It was enraged, driven by a burning desire for revenge. The men whom dared to intrude his home had suffered dearly, but the cyclo

They whisper of Sultan the Seventeenth, a figure shrouded in secrecy. Some say he is blessed with eternal life. Others claim he wields powers unseen. His citadel stands on a mountaintop, inaccessible to all but the most determined. Those who venture to approach are met with an spectral barrier. The tales speak of his eyes pierce through the ve