TEST - LOCAL - v1 - Hero's Journey

The wind clawed at Elara's cloak as she stood on the precipice, the valley a dizzying expanse of green and gold below. It stretched out like a rumpled tapestry, stitched with rivers of silver and dotted with forests that looked like moss from this height. She tasted rain on the wind, a metallic tang that spoke of storms brewing in the Dragon's Teeth mountains on the horizon. A raven called, its cry swallowed by the vastness. "Admiring my handiwork?" A voice, smooth as polished obsidian, cut through the air. Elara turned. Kael, tall and lean as a viper, stood a few paces behind her. His silver hair, usually impeccably styled, was wind-tossed, framing a face etched with cruel amusement. He wore black leather armor, each plate gleaming faintly, and a wicked-looking sword hung at his hip. He unsheathed the sword, and leveled it at her. "It's time to end this, Elara." He lunged forward.