The cold, crisp air of the early morning clung to my skin as I stood at the base of Draego Mountain. My breath rose in soft clouds, but despite the chill, I felt warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the dawn but everything to do with what this place meant to me.
I began my ascent, my footsteps familiar on the worn paths, as if Draego itself had been waiting for my return. The deep silence of the mountain wrapped around me, and yet, there was a presence. I could feel it in every stone, every gust of wind, as though Draego was alive, watching.
"You're back," Draego's voice—deep, ancient, and yet somehow comforting—echoed through my mind as I climbed higher. There was a rumble beneath my feet, a subtle shift in the earth. "And it is good to see you have had a change of heart Kieran, and you are back when there is no longer evil or revenge reigning in your heart.:
