The journey to the Cave of Echoes was fraught with both physical challenges and moments of camaraderie. As we ascended the rugged path, the landscape grew increasingly desolate. Towering pines gave way to scraggly, wind-twisted trees, and the once-clear sky became overcast, casting a gloomy pall over our trek.
"Keep your eyes open," I advised, my breath visible in the chilly air. "The Trial of Strength isn't just about brute force. The environment itself is a test."
Lilith nodded, adjusting her bowstring. "I can feel the presence of something... ancient. We should stay vigilant."
Baelgor, ever the pragmatist, grunted in agreement. "We'll need to conserve our energy. No unnecessary heroics."
Morgana, her staff glowing faintly, added, "I'll keep an eye out for magical disturbances. There might be traps or enchantments hidden along the way."