The boy had traversed the labyrinthine chasms for days, drawn by whispers of an ancient relic hidden deep within the icy veil. When he stepped into the cavern, he saw it: the Frozen Keeper. The colossal figure loomed, its frost-bitten sword resting at its side, as if daring intruders to challenge its vigil.
Yet, the boy did not flinch. He gripped his staff, its orb radiating warmth against the chill. He knew the Keeper was not just a guard but a test. It would not attack unless provoked, but it would not yield until the boy proved his resolve. The cavern echoed with silence, the boy’s heartbeat the only sound as he prepared to prove his worth.