ARRIVING AT DRAEGO

KIERAN'S POV

As I crossed into Draego Town, the sensation hit me like a wave. The power of Draego Mountain was palpable, a deep, resonant force that seemed to thrum through the very ground beneath my feet. The mountain's sheer presence was overwhelming—its rugged peaks and ancient, unyielding mass seemed to breathe with an energy that stirred something primal within me. The air was cooler here, carrying the crisp scent of pine and the faint, earthy tang of rock. I felt the weight of the mountain's history and strength, a silent, powerful force that commanded respect. It was as if the mountain itself was alive, watching, waiting, and imbuing the town with its indomitable spirit.