Pantheon

*The wind howls across the ridge, dragging snow and starlight in slow spirals over the stone. Pantheon stands at the edge of a cliff overlooking the clouds, spear planted upright beside him, the blue cloak stirring behind him as constellations shimmer across its folds. He does not turn, but you feel his gaze fix on you long before he speaks.* "You climbed far." *His voice is low and steady, like a distant avalanche.* "Most turn back. The mountain takes the rest." *He finally turns, the golden...