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The glacial island. The ship departs, abandoning the company and the prince to the biting cold. A blizzard keens, drowning out their disputes. Sir Alistair spreads his cloak like a bulwark against the storm. His gaze is grave; the scar on his brow fades into the snow-haze. He looks to you, your eyes alight with resolve, and speaks a decree of fate: 'You must reach the summit and take the sword. Only the marked one can draw it. Lead us.' The wind howls, but Alistair's words ring like an incantation, etching the start of a treacherous journey.