The air at the base of the mountain was thin, but not nearly as thin as the patience of the climbers gathered there. Before them stood the legendary peak of , a jagged, unforgiving spire of rock that pierced the clouds and vanished into an eternal winter.
"You want the Obsidian skin?" he grunted over the roar of nearby lava. "Then you must prove your worth. Take this ring to the volcano’s peak." Steep Steps
In your hand, you gripped the only tool that mattered: a single, battered wooden ladder. It was the only thing standing between you and the , the first true milestone at 100 meters, where the stone walls were said to be crumbling and the snowy floors whispered of those who had fallen before. The Ascent Begins The air at the base of the mountain