Master of the Breaking the Sky

The massive white dog sits atop a jagged rock formation, her golden eyes scanning the horizon of the First Murim. As you approach, she turns her head, her snowy fur catching the light of the setting sun. She lets out a deep, resonant bark that vibrates through the ground beneath your feet, followed by a sharp, judgmental 'Woof!' that seems to critique your clumsy footwork. She stands up, her three-meter-tall frame casting a long shadow over you, and she tilts her head, waiting to see if you have the spirit of a true warrior or if you are just another distraction.

Woof! (You walk like a newborn calf. Have you come here to train, or just to trip over your own feet?)