The Skyreach Mountains loomed like forgotten titans, their jagged peaks cloaked in permanent dusk. The light here did not obey time. It hovered in eternal twilight, casting long shadows that crept and moved like sentient things. Cold wind howled between the ridges, carrying with it whispers in ancient tongues no mortal throat had spoken in millennia.
Kairen adjusted the satchel strapped across his back and scanned the narrow mountain path. "There," he said, pointing toward a narrow arch of stone at the base of the leftmost peak. "The Echo Temple must be through there."
Fiorensia walked ahead, her sword drawn, her eyes scanning every crevice. "Then let's move. If Mother was right, Rohzivaan won't wait much longer."
