Thick mist cloaked the mountaintop like an endless silver veil. A cold wind rustled the leaves, whispering secrets as if from another world.
The Gatekeeper stood rigid before them, the towering stone gate casting shadows of ancient patterns under the soft dawn light.
"Every step from here is a trial," he said, his voice deep and steady. "Every choice you make will shape the fate of the Three Mists—and your own world as well."
The two girls exchanged glances, a mix of fear and excitement in their eyes. The Goddess smiled faintly, her radiant light enveloping them like warm waves.
"Step forward with courage," she whispered, "and never forget the hearts that beat as one."
Their hearts echoed through the forest. The mist parted, revealing a silvery path that seemed to beckon them onward. Every step was a trial. Every choice, a lesson that would lead them toward their destiny…