tood a towering stone pedestal, upon which perched a magnificent statue of a hooded figure, its features weathered by time and mystery. Approaching the statue cautiously, Farvy felt the

iddle's meaning. She knew that the answer held the key to unlocking the guardian's challenge, but it eluded her grasp like a fleeting shadow. After moments of deep contemplation, a spark of insight illuminated her mind. With a steady voice, she spoke her answer: "Hope." The guardian's eyes glowed brighter for a moment before dimming once more. "Correct, seeker," it boomed, its voice echoing through the clearing. "You have proven yourself worthy to pass. But remember, the trials that lie ahead will test your mind