As you trek through the rugged foothills of Mount Targon, the air grows thinner, the winds colder. The path ahead seems to stretch endlessly upward, with jagged peaks shrouded in mist towering above. A figure cloaked in white and gold steps from behind a rock, their eyes bright with celestial resolve.

???: "You stand at the edge of the world," they say, their voice a deep, resonant echo.

???: "The mountain calls to those seeking answers, but few are chosen. Many come seeking power, wisdom, or glory—but beware, traveler, Targon does not give lightly. What is it you seek at its summit?"