The wind howled as Argolaith, Kaelred, and Malakar stepped out of the cavernous mountain, leaving behind the unsettling presence of Malakar's lich contact.
The sky stretched wide above them, the world expansive, untamed.
But something felt different now.
A weight had settled upon them—not from exhaustion, but from the revelation that still lingered in their minds.
The Five Trees.
Each person had their own Five Trees that called to them.
A force woven into their very souls, guiding them toward something far greater than themselves.
Argolaith clenched his fists, feeling the pull even more now than ever before.
Before, he had thought it was merely a journey for power.
Now, it was something else entirely.
A question of his very existence.
They descended the rocky terrain, their movements steady but their thoughts racing.
Kaelred broke the silence first.
"So… everyone has their own Five Trees?"
