He stepped out of the cave into the crisp, biting air, the golden light of dawn glistening on the frost-covered landscape.
The mountain and the ancient ruins beckoned him onward. Every step was measured, every breath a battle against the cold and the unknown.
The mountain's trials were far from over, and though his stomach was now full and his body warmed by the nourishing stew, his heart pounded with both anticipation and apprehension.
Argolaith recalled the stories he'd heard on his long journey—the legends of primordial beasts that roamed these heights, the mysterious tremors that signaled awakening forces, and the fate of those foolish enough to seek them out.
He had survived countless encounters, and now he felt the pull of destiny stronger than ever.
His mind churned with possibilities: Were the tremors a sign of an even greater threat?
