Emmet was sleeping soundly next to me, as sleep eluded me and my mind wandered to the conversation I had with Draego Mountain. The mountain had always been more than just a formidable stronghold; it was the heart of a complex convergence of forces. I recalled the solemn voice of the mountain's guardian as it spoke of the powers that intertwined within its ancient depths.
"The powers of Draego Mountain are not just physical," the voice of Draego had explained, his presence a blend of ancient wisdom and quiet strength. "They are a nexus where different energies converge, each influencing the other in a delicate balance."
