The Rar' was not a normal mountain; it was a jagged spine of obsidian and frozen vapor that defied the gravity of the lowlands. For centuries, the nomadic tribes of the valleys believed that the summit was a gateway to another realm—a place where the "Dienegdfg," or the Ever-Shifting Ones , resided.
The valley below never saw Kaelen again, but from 그날 forward, the clouds over the Rar' moved with a strange, purposeful grace, as if two spirits were dancing within the mist.
"You bring the scent of the heavy air," the Dienegdfg spoke, its voice sounding like grinding tectonic plates. Dienegdfg rar
Kaelen was the first climber in three generations to attempt the ascent. He didn't seek gold or glory; he sought his sister, who had vanished during the Great Frost. The elders said she hadn't died; she had been "borrowed" by the Dienegdfg to serve as a Weaver of Clouds.
A figure emerged from the rock face itself, its body shimmering like oil on water. It had no fixed shape—one moment a tall, spindly hunter, the next a swirling mass of starlight and smoke. The Rar' was not a normal mountain; it
"I bring the heart of a brother," Kaelen replied, gasping for breath. "I come for the Weaver."
Kaelen looked down at his frozen hands, then up at the shimmering entity. To save her, he would have to leave the world of men behind and become a ghost of the Rar'. Without a second thought, he reached out and touched the shifting smoke of the Dienegdfg’s hand. "You bring the scent of the heavy air,"
is a name whispered only in the deepest trenches of the Rar' mountain range, a place where the air is so thin it tastes like cold iron .