As Argolaith began his ascent up the rugged mountain path, he quickly realized he was not alone.
Along the steep, winding trail, clusters of people could be seen in the distance—travelers of every age, some their eyes aglow with magic, others marked with scars of many battles.
Their faces, illuminated by the soft glow of enchanted torches and the early morning light, betrayed both determination and weariness.
The mountain's trials, it seemed, were open to all who dared to seek the ancient secrets hidden within its heart.
Argolaith adjusted the strap of his satchel and murmured to himself, "Wait—what are these trials for again? I think they are meant for me to learn the knowledge from the ancient ruins…"
His voice trailed off as he considered the countless legends of lost lore and hidden power said to be inscribed in every stone of this towering monument.
