The halls themselves
Some of these doors lead to places retail shipped and we sharpened. Some lead to places that have never existed anywhere else, built room by room for this server.
The Dream Dungeon: five wings, one queue
Draconid Fortress. Benedict's Monastery. Ventus Temple. Gustav's Manor. The Cat Guild's Lair. Essence ships the five wings; we rebuilt the way you run them. A solo queue that assembles the party, scheduled windows through the day, and reward tables retuned wing by wing. Retail content, played the way it should have shipped.
Dwelling of Spirits
Retail named a whole chronicle after this place; we made it worth the trip. Matchmade like the rest of the category, with our own tuning on portals and drops, and best discovered blind. The spirits keep their own secrets; we will keep them too.
The catacombs, on the clock
Three catacombs, three level bands (80, 85 and 90) and one clock: 120 minutes a day shared across all three, a small entry fee at the door, and a safe entrance hall before the halls turn hostile. Down there the ordinary PvP rules of the world apply at any hour, so the richest rooms are the ones people fight over, which is exactly the point.
Four Sepulchers, raised from the dead
Essence never shipped the Four Sepulchers; the tombs died with the old chronicles. We rebuilt them from scratch as a matchmade instance: queue through matchmaking or bring your group, and raid the tombs. The one classic you cannot play anywhere else in this version of the game.
Ifrit, in two temperatures
Ifrit's Temple runs in two modes. Normal is retail's raid on our matchmaking: bring a party whenever you like, or solo-queue in the daily windows, clear it, collect. HARD exists nowhere else: our own build of the temple, premade parties only and no daily lockout, built around one idea: the room itself is against you. Heat climbs one stack a minute for the whole instance, all the way to thirty, and everyone inside carries the run's heat, not their own. You cannot rotate fresh bodies in to cheat the temperature. The fight is a race, and the clock burns.
