Archdragon Peak, where dragons rest,
A place of trials, a hallowed crest.
Pilgrims climb with weary stride,
To grasp the truth the myths confide.
Among the peaks where clouds hold fast,
The wind tells tales of ages past.
Through storms they tread, with hope held high,
Where flesh may falter, but dreams won’t die.
You reached the entrance
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