At last, the ruined castle rises from the misty valley. Its broken towers stand like memories refusing to fade. They pause on the ridge, breathless from the climb. Three months of hardship have led them here. Every scar, every lesson, every night by the fire matters now. The wind carries the scent of pine and ancient stone. They speak little; the moment needs no words. The castle waits, patient and solemn. Whatever lies inside will change them. They descend the path with steady hearts. ![[A new Adventure begins 5.webp]]