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On his coming-of-age day, Argolaith’s mistake bound him to a mystical magic unseen in the world. As his powers grow, they threaten to reshape the realm—but can he master them before they bring ruin?

God’s Tree

Further along the path, as the terrain grew more arduous, Argolaith encountered more travelers.

Some were young, brimming with the raw energy of untapped potential; others were older, their faces lined with the wisdom and scars of countless trials.

A few of these individuals radiated magic as if it were an intrinsic part of their very being. In hushed tones, they exchanged greetings and words of encouragement, forming a temporary bond in the shared struggle against the mountain's relentless challenges.

At one such juncture, Argolaith paused near a narrow ledge where an elderly mage with silver hair and deep-set, wise eyes was carefully inscribing runes on a flat stone.

"Keep your focus," the old mage advised in a gravelly voice.

"The mountain's trials will test your mind as well as your body. Let the ancient knowledge guide you, but do not be distracted by vanity or fear."

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