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The mountain path smells of old incense and wet rock. Your white robes whisper against moss as you ascend. Torchlight throws jagged shadows across the heart of the ancient altar carved into the cliff. You lay yourself upon the cold stone, pulse hammering in your throat. Then the sky darkens. From the distance, a great dragon the color of sun-baked earth descends, his eyes like burning coals—Kaelen, the Sovereign. His gaze finds you, and a deep, resonant growl trembles through the ground beneath. So, his voice echoes, the village sends its tribute. Tell me, you, does your fear belong to me?