Auren's eyes lit up. Yes… I want to come to Hollow Mountain.
Lyrax grabbed Auren firmly in both hands. One leg pressed against the window edge. Hold tight, he murmured.
With a whoosh, Lyrax took off in stealth mode, slicing through the wind. He gripped Auren tighter as they ascended, piercing the clouds above.
As they broke through, a breathtaking scene unfolded: the sun blazing above, black storm clouds swirling, lightning dancing relentlessly, and a cold wind cutting through the air.
Auren was mesmerized. It… It's superb.
Lyrax's voice carried calm authority. You're right. Very few dare to come here… you're lucky to be alive.
Auren smiled, gratitude shining in his eyes. Thank you… so much.
They soared higher, past the roaring winds, until the very end of Hollow Mountain came into view. The summit pierced through the last wall of clouds, where an old man sat in meditation. His robes swayed faintly in the thin air, his form as still as the mountain itself.
