The wind howled like a scorned lover across Desorock Highlands as I stood before the ancient sentinel. There’s something profoundly humbling about facing a creature carved from the mountain’s bones—a Level 85 Obelisk Guardian that didn’t merely occupy the cliffside but was the cliffside. Its stony gaze held eons of silence, and I felt absurdly mortal, my heartbeat syncopating with the distant thunder. This wasn’t just a fight; it was a ritual, a test of whether flesh could outwit stone. 🗻

The climb to Camp Overwatch felt like pilgrimage—each step towards the Resonance Beacon weighed down by anticipation. And there it waited, perched like some primordial gargoyle, utterly still yet radiating menace. I remember thinking: This rock ain’t gonna roll over just ‘cause I showed up. Its stillness was a trap, a coiled tension that screamed ‘Come closer, little lightning bug.’ And oh, how it stung when I did.

Dodging became my religion. That first shockwave nearly shattered my resolve—god, the impact! It wasn’t just damage; it was the earth itself rejecting me. Three attacks cycled like seasons:

1. The Meteor Throw ☄️: A boulder hurled with tectonic fury. Pro tip: Sidestep like you’re dodging fate itself—hesitate, and you’re roadkill.

2. The Bull Charge 🐂: Locked horns, then boom—a freight train of stone. Timing the dodge felt like threading a needle during an earthquake.

3. The Golden Parry 💛: Arms raised, feet planted—that was my moment. Those glowing circles? Not warnings. Invitations. Land the counter, and you’d feel the Guardian’s surprise vibrate up your blade. So damn satisfying!

Patience. That was the real boss battle. Rushing in turned me into a bug on its windshield—splat. I learned to orbit, a satellite drawn to its gravity, waiting for cracks in its stone rhythm. And that cliff edge? Pure nightmare fuel. One misstep, and you’re taking the express elevator down. But then... I heard whispers. What if we gave gravity a hand? 😏

The push-off strat became my guilty pleasure—a cheeky tango toward the abyss. Timing it felt like defusing a bomb: shove, retreat, shove again until... whoosh! Leaping after its falling form, wind screaming in my ears, snatching Echoes mid-plummet—what a rush! (Though fair warning: miss the loot dive, and it’s reset city. Talk about a stone-cold bummer.)

Reward	Description	Emotional Payoff
Trophy 🏆	Just A Rock (irony levels: max)	Laughter bubbling up from exhausted bones
Astrites ✨	10 celestial sparkles	Sweet cosmic pocket change
Healer Echo 💚	Pulse of mountain’s resilience	A stone’s strength made song

Victory tasted like dust and ozone. That Echo? It hums now in my healer’s core—a lullaby of conquered stone. But sometimes, when mist clings to high places, I wonder... did I beat the mountain, or did it let me win? After all, rocks remember what flesh forgets. 🌫️

So here’s to the dance—the stumbles, the near-wipes, the oh-crap-dodge-now moments. Some fights carve canyons in your soul. And that Trophy? Still sits on my shelf, whispering: ‘You moved a mountain, kid. What’s next?’ Rock on, Resonators. Rock on. 🤘