Lost far beyond the astral plane for what felt to him like millennia, Aghanim tumbled hither and yon in the course of the mists of introduction, enriching his mind with magic from around the void. Aghanim became impossibly rich with unknowable insights — save for the straightforward expertise of how to return. It was only before a chorus of faint voices broke in the course of the din that he believed hope was lost. There, via darkness intertwined with ribbons of horror, could he hear hero after hero constructing HIS scepter. Gather your party and take a look at the Aghanim’s Labyrinth for a full overview of the mode.
