As Fein and Imeng reached the summit of the snowy mountain, the biting wind and freezing temperatures greeted them. Imeng wasted no time, his skilled hands moving with practiced efficiency as he set up a campsite in a matter of seconds. The flickering flames of a magical fire danced to life, providing much-needed warmth and illumination in the desolate surroundings.
Fein watched in awe, his eyes wide with amazement at Imeng's ability to command the elements effortlessly. The solemn silence of the mountaintop was broken only by the crackling of the fire and the distant howling of the wind.
Imeng turned towards Fein, his gaze steady and determined. "Fein, before we delve further into the mysteries of this realm, there is something I want to share with you." He reached into his bag and pulled out a worn and weathered book.