The Trial
Having made preparations to face the Wind King’s trial, I am walking along the path leading to the City of Winds. The City of Winds is a beautiful city hidden among towering mountains, appearing as if it were floating in the sky. Its entrance lies in a valley shrouded in thick fog, and it is said that it is not easily reached.
Along the way, I hear the whispers of the wind spirits time and again. It is as if they are guiding me, pointing the way I should go. The spirits understand the melodies written in the Wind’s Score, and they are likely sharing that knowledge to lead me.
As I approach the valley, the fog grows thicker, and visibility drops to nearly zero. However, relying on the guidance of the wind spirits and my memory of the Wind’s Score, I proceed cautiously. As I walk through the fog, I occasionally hear a strange sound. They sound like animal cries, yet there is something eerie about them.
Suddenly, a massive shadow bursts out of the fog. It is a type of wind monster, resembling a winged beast. Unlike the one before, this is a far larger and more powerful creature. Its sharp claws and fangs, along with the overwhelming killing intent radiating from its entire body, put me in grave danger.
I quickly pull out my instrument and play the melody written in the Wind’s score. It is a melody meant to calm this demon, borrowing the power of the wind spirits. The sound emanating from my instrument cuts through the fog. The demon reacts to my melody and freezes for a moment. However, it immediately launches a fierce attack.
A fierce battle ensues. Borrowing the power of the wind spirits, I dodge the monster’s attacks and strike back when I see an opening. The monster’s attacks are as fierce as a storm, testing my ability to defend myself. Yet I will never give up. Trusting in my knowledge of the Wind’s Score and the guidance of the wind spirits, I continue to fight.
Eventually, after a long battle, the monster exhausted its strength before the melody I played and collapsed. As silence returned and the mist began to lift, the entrance to the City of Winds came into view. It was a small opening in a massive rock wall.
As I stood at the entrance, an elderly wind spirit appeared. Its form glowed faintly, making it look like a sacred being. “Well done for making it this far, traveler,” the elderly spirit said gently.
“The Wind King’s trial lies ahead. Are you ready?”
I clasped my instrument tightly and nodded quietly. The wind spirit’s words resonated deep within my heart. I would be able to overcome this trial. With the Wind’s Score, and the power of the wind spirits.
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