Trial of the Ten Peaks

In the impenetrable darkness, Drakon stood at the center gripping his crimson blade, senses heightened to their limits as he maintained absolute defensive focus. Twin flames burned within his eyes - draconic pupils capable of piercing through any illusion, their glow like beacons in the endless night.

"This makes no sense," he muttered. "I was just playing chess with Elder Theron at the Celestial Monastery..."

The rhythmic clatter of stone against metal boots suddenly echoed through the void. Ten towering figures materialized from the shadows, forming a perfect circle around him - silent sentinels with indistinguishable features.

"Who dares approach the disciple of Cinderfang Mountain?" Drakon's voice cut through the darkness, fingers tightening around Dawnbreaker's hilt. The sword pulsed with barely restrained energy. "Your silence insults me!"