The Mountain of Kings The journey began at dawn. Gray clouds stretched across the sky. Snow covered the ruins of the Bastion. The frozen north remained silent behind them. For the first time since the trials began— the group was moving toward a destination they didn't fully understand. But nobody cared. Because it was a chance. A chance to bring Thomas back. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Ava walked at the front. Determined. Focused. Stubborn. Then Rowan sighed. Then: "You know walking faster won't make the mountain closer." Immediately. Then Ava answered. Then: "Watch me." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Rowan groaned. Then: "That's not how distance works." Nobody listened. Then the group continued east. Across frozen plains. Across abandoned roads. Across lands untouched for centuries. The world felt different now. Quieter. The giant eye was sealed. The horror slept. Yet something lingered. A strang
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