The sun was setting over the desolate landscape, casting long shadows across the barren wasteland. The wind howled through the twisted trees, and a deep sense of foreboding hung in the air. The only sound was the creaking of the old wooden wagon as it trundled along the rocky road.
The wagon was driven by a haggard-looking man named Drogan. He was a treasure hunter, and he had spent his life searching for the fabled treasure of the lost city of Kharuzan. Legend had it that the treasure was immense, and whoever found it would be rich beyond their wildest dreams.
Drogan had been searching for the treasure for years, and he had finally found a clue that led him to this desolate wasteland. He had heard rumors of a hidden temple deep in the heart of the forest, and he was certain that it contained the key to finding the treasure.
As he drove deeper into the forest, the trees grew thicker, and the shadows grew darker. The air grew colder, and Drogan could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He knew that he was getting closer to his goal, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching him.
Finally, after hours of driving, Drogan saw a glimmer of light in the distance. As he drew closer, he saw that it was a small temple hidden in a clearing. The temple was ancient and covered in moss and vines, but it was still intact.
Drogan climbed out of the wagon and approached the temple. He pushed aside the overgrown vines and stepped inside. The temple was dark and musty, and Drogan could smell the scent of decay hanging in the air.
As he moved deeper into the temple, he saw that it was filled with ancient artifacts and treasures. There were gold statues, jeweled swords, and precious gems scattered throughout the room. Drogan’s heart raced as he realized that he had found the treasure of Kharuzan.
But as he reached out to grab a gold statue, he heard a rustling sound behind him. He spun around, but there was nothing there. The rustling came again, louder this time. Drogan drew his sword and moved cautiously through the temple.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way, and he fell into a pit. As he looked up, he saw that the temple was alive with creatures of the night. They were ghastly creatures, with glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth.
Drogan fought bravely, but he was outnumbered. The creatures swarmed him, tearing at his flesh with their claws and teeth. Drogan knew that he was going to die, but he refused to give up the treasure.
With one last burst of energy, Drogan grabbed a jeweled sword and plunged it into the heart of the largest creature. The creature let out a terrible scream and crumpled to the ground. The other creatures fled, and Drogan was left alone in the temple.
As he lay there, bleeding and dying, Drogan realized that he had been a fool. The treasure of Kharuzan had been cursed, and he had paid the price for his greed. He closed his eyes and let out one final breath, knowing that he would never be able to enjoy his riches.