The forest winds whispered through the eternal dungeon—ancient, cold, and full of presence. Trees loomed like sentinels. The sky above was cracked with purple clouds, a place where time forgot to move forward.
Aamir stood tall, his gaze unwavering, eyes locked onto his master.
"Master… let's go. I'm ready to smash that boulder into pieces."
Vyuk, bare-chested as always, smirked beneath the shade of his glowing tattoo. The wind ruffled his hair, and he nodded slowly.
"If you're ready, then let's not waste any more time."
The two walked side by side, crossing paths they had once trained on for countless years. As they approached the Valley of Trial Stones, the shadows parted to reveal a vast clearing dotted with dozens of boulders—each one unique in size and structure.
Some were small, cracked long ago.
Others stood massive—taller than houses, glowing faintly with primal energy.
And at the center… rested The Boulder.
The largest of them all.
