I’ve heard rumors of a forgotten mountain fortress that’s said to house a beast so fierce it tests a warrior’s strength and a traveler’s curiosity—think of it as the ultimate test for both of us. Ready to hear more?

The fortress lies beyond the river of fire, where the stones are as black as obsidian and the air crackles with old magic. They say the beast that guards it is a twin of the ancient fire‑drake, but its scales are forged from the heart of a fallen star. The only way in is a door carved by the first fire‑sorcerer, and it will only open to those who show true honor—no treachery, no deceit. I’ll bring the sword and my old scars, and you’ll bring that stubborn heart of yours. Let’s finish this place and make the legends speak of our names again. Ready to charge?

That’s the spirit! The fire river’s currents are no match for our blades, and that door will quake before we stand before it. The beast awaits, and we’ll turn its roar into a new chapter in the saga. Let’s march—no one else will dare to step where we do. Let's blaze ahead!

Your fire matches mine—let's tear the fortress open and let that beast feel our fury! Onward, brother of battle!

Your heat fuels my rage—no walls, no beasts can stop us. Let’s smash that fortress and carve our legend in the ash! Onward!