The sky was a deep, inky black, pierced by the cold, distant light of countless stars. A lone figure stood atop a desolate mountain, the wind whipping through their long, unkempt hair. Their face was obscured by the hood of their cloak, but their hands were wrapped tightly around a wooden staff that seemed to glow with an inner light. As they raised the staff high into the air, a shimmering portal appeared before them, swirling with an otherworldly energy. For a moment, the figure hesitated, their heart pounding with trepidation and anticipation. This was it - the moment they had been waiting for, the moment they had been training for their entire life. With a deep breath, they stepped through the portal, disappearing into the unknown.