The mountain pass was an unforgiving labyrinth of jagged cliffs and crumbling paths. The biting wind carried whispers of danger, and every shadow seemed alive with menace. The group moved cautiously, their breaths visible in the cold air. Above them, the peaks loomed like silent sentinels, watching their progress.
Kaelron tightened his grip on his staff, the relic pulsing faintly against his side. Each step forward felt heavier than the last, the weight of their mission pressing down on him. Ignis, his gryphon, walked beside him, its sharp eyes scanning the cliffs for movement. The creature's golden feathers glinted faintly in the dim light, its presence a steady reassurance amid the tension.
Behind him, Frostbane padded silently, the frost wolf's blue eyes gleaming as it sniffed the air. Umbra prowled nearby, her sleek form blending with the shadows as Nyx kept pace with the group.
