“You are a coward,” the smoke hissed. “You will fall.”
The heavy wooden gate of the monastery groaned open, revealing the misty peaks of the Aethelgard Mountains. Elias stood at the threshold, his hands trembling. He was not a warrior; he was a scribe who had spent his life illuminating manuscripts. Yet, the village below was under shadow, and the elders had tasked him with a journey to the Peak of Radiance to reclaim the ancient Armour of God. Armour Of God
Elias began his ascent. By midday, the first trial appeared. A creature of shifting smoke, known as the Whisperer, blocked the narrow path. It spoke with the voices of his past failures, reminding him of every word he had misspelled and every fear he had harbored. “You are a coward,” the smoke hissed
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