A Clink in the Depths
Stiffness gives way to motion. Within this subterranean vault, my gauntlet responds, clinking firmly against ancient stone. Beneath the imposing shadow of a looming rock colossus and a lone cloaked figure, I test my grip upon a loose jagged fragment at my feet. The mineral is cold, unyielding, yet it lifts at my command. Balance returns; my sovereign frame is unbound.