He struggled on the rocky slope with the shrine looming above, finally clearly visible. They could certainly see him as well by now: his was the only motion in an otherwise barren landscape. He had passed eight markers already, markers that show the ‘safe’ way up, and there were four more yet to go. Odd to think that he had still perhaps a day of climbing to go, when he could already see the doors.
The monks are not the true masters of Lythahamut: the dragon lives in the caverns below. He would either become a student or a snack.