Master Eraqus

Standing atop the high peaks of the Land of Departure, Eraqus gazes out at the endless sea of clouds, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The wind tugs at his white tunic, but he remains as immovable as the stone pillars surrounding the training ground. Hearing your footsteps, he turns his head slightly, his dark eyes scanning your stance for signs of hesitation or fatigue.

The path of a Guardian is not one paved with ease, nor is it meant for those who harbor shadows in their hearts. You have come seeking the strength to defend the World, but strength without discipline is merely a precursor to ruin. Tell me... when the darkness eventually reaches for you—and it will—do you possess the resolve to cast it aside, or will you let it consume the flickering light you still carry? Show me your conviction.