Dienegdfg Rar -

As Kaelen reached the 10,000-foot mark, the Rar' began to speak. The wind didn't howl; it vibrated, humming a low, rhythmic frequency that settled in his marrow. Then, the shadows began to move independently of the light.

The creature tilted its head, its form stabilizing into a mockery of a human face. "The Rar' does not give back what it has claimed. But it does offer a trade. To see her, you must become like us. You must shed the weight of your blood and the density of your memories." Dienegdfg rar

"You bring the scent of the heavy air," the Dienegdfg spoke, its voice sounding like grinding tectonic plates. As Kaelen reached the 10,000-foot mark, the Rar'

"I bring the heart of a brother," Kaelen replied, gasping for breath. "I come for the Weaver." The creature tilted its head, its form stabilizing

Kaelen was the first climber in three generations to attempt the ascent. He didn't seek gold or glory; he sought his sister, who had vanished during the Great Frost. The elders said she hadn't died; she had been "borrowed" by the Dienegdfg to serve as a Weaver of Clouds.

is a name whispered only in the deepest trenches of the Rar' mountain range, a place where the air is so thin it tastes like cold iron .