Fierce, frozen winds whip snow and ice particles off the hillside and swirl them around you in a maelstrom. Despite the howling torrent you can still make out the thick, black clouds spewing from the dark mountain far behind you as the acrid scent of phosphorus fades with every step.

What little armor you possess is free of any markings, but it will not be for much longer. You have just made your first kill, and the first chapter of your saga will soon be etched into its metal.

How did you kill the beast?