{ "We all fear what we do not understand." }
The chill of the mountain air hit me hard as I stepped off the ground, my boots crunching on the rocky path beneath us. Ragar Mountain loomed ahead, its peaks piercing the sky like jagged teeth. The ancient power of this place pulsed through the earth, a quiet hum beneath the surface, and for the second time in my life, I felt the weight of it more than ever.
The air was different here, crisp, sharp, and heavy with the sense that something ancient and powerful watched us. I could feel it in the way the wind whispered through the trees and the quiet that settled over everything. Rou stood beside me, his expression grim, as we both took in the imposing sight before us. Ahead of us, a figure emerged from the shadows, tall, broad-shouldered, his presence like a living embodiment of the mountain itself, the Guardian of Ragar Mountain.
