C65 One Sword to the Sky

Lone Mountain stood imposingly, its shape reminiscent of a towering giant brandishing a sword that pierced the sky, a bold defiance of the heavens. Yet, the mountain was steeped in an oppressive stillness.

Cloaked in a thick, somber gray-black, the mountain was devoid of any vegetation. Instead, a pale and sinister energy oozed from its surface, swirling and floating like spectral wisps