The winds howled through the Veilspine Mountains, growing more biting as the trio continued their ascent. Their journey had been long and taxing, but the sight of the Celestial Forge, whispered about in ancient texts, was enough to keep them moving forward. Each step felt heavier than the last, the cold creeping deeper into their bones. The mountains seemed endless, their jagged peaks rising into a sky thick with swirling clouds. Yet, something about the distant peaks called to them—compelled them to press on despite the growing weight of fatigue.