Arthur stood at the edge of the forest, his gaze fixed on the imposing silhouette of the mountain that loomed in the distance. Its jagged peaks seemed to scrape the heavens, shrouded in mist and shadows that danced eerily under the pale light of the sun.
A faint breeze swept through the forest, rustling the leaves around him.
The mountain was a constant presence—a monolith of stone that had watched over Village #420 since the moment he'd arrived in this strange world.
It was more than just a landmark. It was the place where his journey began, the place where his talent was awakened.
Arthur couldn't explain it, but the mountain had always felt... significant. Like it was calling to him.
He smirked as his fingers brushed against the hilt of his dagger. "You and I have some unfinished business, don't we?"
The memory of the awakening ceremony played in his mind.
...
"You are currently at the peak of the mountain of Village #420."
