The wind howled gently across the high hill, nestled atop a towering mountain that pierced through the clouds like a sword aimed at the heavens. The air here was thin, pure, and carried a strange stillness.
White mist rolled around the mountaintop, parting every now and then due to the soft blow of wind to reveal glimpses of the endless sky and the distant horizon, where stars faintly shimmered even in daylight. The silence was broken only by the occasional rustle of loose stones and the low hum of wind brushing past the jagged cliffs.
Amidst all this, Emrys sat calmly on a large boulder while observing the faint glow from what he held in his hand.
It was a rough gemstone, no larger than a child's fist. The gemstone's surface was uneven, but filled with natural ridges and patterns, but what made it truly strange was the constant shift of colors. The colors were shifting between silver and blue, flowing like liquid across the stone's surface.
Emrys stared at the gem silently.
