The sun was already sinking when Kent and his companions stepped out from the Central Hall. The evening light painted the Seven Mountains in hues of gold and crimson, the clouds glowing like burning embers above their peaks. The servant lady floated before them on her stone slab, her calm voice cutting through the murmurs of the group.
"Golden Heir," she said, "you have three days to choose, but nothing prevents you from beginning now. Come. This evening, we will start with Blazing Flame Mountain."
Fatty Ben groaned loudly, holding his belly. "Evening? Can't we eat first? Fire mountain sounds like roasted meat waiting to happen!"
Tata Lan smacked the back of his head. "Fatty uncle, if you think of food at every mountain, you'll be cooked before we're done!"
Even the Dragon Twin Sisters smirked at his whining. Kent, however, walked calmly at the front, his eyes on the blazing peak ahead.
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