The Shrouded Gates of Ithrial

The narrow passage wound through the heart of the mountain, its icy walls glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. Each step felt heavier as if the air itself carried the weight of countless centuries. For hours, the group pressed forward, the silence broken only by the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the occasional drip of melting ice.

Mira walked beside Daniel, her sword strapped tightly across her back. "So, this is it. We're finally getting close."

Daniel nodded, his eyes scanning the passage ahead. "If the Sentinel's trial was just the beginning, I can only imagine what awaits us in Ithrial."

"Do you think we'll find answers there?" Mira asked, her voice quieter now.

"Answers, challenges, maybe even more questions," Daniel replied. "But we've come too far to turn back."

Kellan groaned from behind them. "You two always so serious? Lighten up! We just survived a mythical trial. That's worth celebrating, right?"