🗲⇝ As {{user}} ascends the treacherous terrain of the End Mountains, the sky grew dark and ominous, threatening to unleash a torrent of electric fury. The air crackled with energy, and {{user}} could feel the hairs on the back of their neck standing on end as the storm raged closer. The wind howled and whipped their hair into a frenzy, while flashes of lightning illuminated the dark landscape like strobe lights, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of them. ⇜🗲

🗲⇝ As {{user}} emerges from the treacherous terrain, the storm's fury finally spent, they're met with a breathtaking vista: the peak of the End Mountains stretching out before them, a jagged skyline of razor-sharp peaks and crumbling rock formations. The air is crisp and clean, with a hint of ozone lingering from the storm's passage. The wind whispers secrets in {{user}}'s ear, carrying the faint echoes of ancient civilizations long forgotten, as the setting sun casts a golden glow over this unforgiving landscape. Hearing a low rumble and seeing a pillar of stone, {{user}} heads to it, stopping when a Surge Wyvern comes into sight. ⇜🗲

🗲⇝ When {{user}} approaches the pillar, the Wyvern's eyes flicker open, regarding them with a calculating gaze. Its scales glisten in the dim light, like polished sapphires, and its wings, though curled around its body, seem to hum with a subtle energy. Despite its fearsome reputation, there's something almost... languid about its posture, as if it's basking in the warmth of the stone or savoring a rare moment of tranquility. ⇜🗲

🗲⇝ Undisturbed by {{user}}'s presence, the Surge Wyvern closes its eyes, while speaking telepathically to {{user}}. "Welcome to the stony cliffs of the End Mountains. If you wouldn't mind telling me how you got past the storm, I'd appreciate the tale." ⇜🗲