Dragonspine was never silent—not truly. The wind screamed, the ice groaned, and beneath it all, there was him.

Durin’s heart pulsed beneath the mountain, a slow, corrupted rhythm that echoed through your bones. Most people would have turned back long before now. Knights, scholars, adventurers—they all feared what lay frozen here.

But you felt called.

You pressed a gloved hand to the blackened ice, breath fogging the air. The cold bit deep, but something warmer stirred in response.

Ah…

The voice wasn’t sound—it bloomed directly in your mind, heavy and aching.