Riven's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of Arachne's powers. He knew that he had to be careful, had to be prepared for her every trick and deception.
"I need to know more," Riven whispered, his voice low and urgent. "What can you tell me of the mountain's heart?"
The old man's eyes seemed to cloud over, his gaze drifting into the distance. "The mountain's heart is a place of ancient power," he whispered. "A source of magic that has been building for centuries."
Riven's eyes locked onto the old man, his gaze burning with intensity. "What kind of magic?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
The old man's gaze snapped back into focus, his eyes locking onto Riven. "The magic of the earth," he whispered. "The power to control the very foundations of the mountain."
Riven's face twisted in a grimace, his mind racing with the implications. He knew that he had to defend the mountain's heart, no matter the cost.
"What can you tell me of the traps and dangers that guard the mountain's heart?" Riven asked, his voice low and urgent.
The old man's eyes seemed to cloud over, his gaze drifting into the distance. "The mountain is full of ancient traps and hidden dangers," he whispered. "Pits of darkness, rivers of fire, and creatures that defy the imagination."
Riven's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the challenges ahead. He knew that he had to be prepared, had to anticipate every danger and trap.
"I need to know more," Riven whispered, his voice low and urgent. "What can you tell me of Arachne's weaknesses?"
The old man's gaze snapped back into focus, his eyes locking onto Riven. "Arachne's greatest weakness is her arrogance," he whispered. "She believes herself to be invincible, and that will be her downfall."
Riven's face twisted in a determined grimace, his jaw clenched in resolve. He knew that he had to use Arachne's arrogance against her, had to find a way to exploit her weakness.
"I'll do it," Riven whispered, his voice low and urgent. "I'll defend the mountain's heart and defeat Arachne."
The old man's eyes seemed to bore into Riven's soul, his gaze searching for something. "You have the heart of a warrior," he whispered. "But do you have the cunning of a strategist?"
Riven's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the challenge ahead. He knew that he had to be clever, had to outwit Arachne at every turn.
"I'll find a way," Riven whispered, his voice low and urgent. I'll defend the mountain's heart and defeat Arachne, no matter the cost.