ARAGATS ANCIENT EVIL

As we stood deep in the cave, the air thick with the ancient power of Draego, a low, resonant voice filled the space. It was not a voice we could pinpoint—it was more like the mountain itself speaking, its deep rumble echoing through the cavern.

"Welcome back to Draego Chosen one and his mate" the voice intoned, the words vibrating through the walls and ground. The voice was ancient, imbued with the essence of the mountain itself, and it carried a weight of both warning and recognition.

Emmet and I exchanged a glance, the gravity of the situation pressing heavily on us.

The voice continued, its tone growing darker as it spoke of an old evil.

"Thank you Draego. "We both bowed in respect. "Sith Mountain led us here and asked us to get counsel from you on the evil that has risen" I added.