[Third Person View]
"..."Riksar stood at the base of the imposing Black Frost Mountains, his eyes fixed upon the jagged peaks that reached into the heavens. The mountains bore an eerie and foreboding presence, as if they were the gatekeepers to a realm of darkness. Tendrils of mist snaked around the craggy cliffs, cloaking them in an ethereal haze that seemed to dance with an unsettling energy.
The Black Frost Mountains earned their name well. Their surfaces were crusted with layers of frost, even in the midst of warmer seasons, creating an otherworldly spectacle of shimmering ice. The peaks were sharp and angular, casting long shadows that stretched across the land below. The air was cold and biting, carrying with it a palpable sense of isolation and desolation.
