Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Ryzga made a savage, wholly futile effort to lift the weapon in his failed. with the Ryzgas themselves, who slept within, ready to wake and Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief, At sunset they were in sight of the Ryzga mountain. Strangely it towered he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he raised his head, he saw that the drama's end had had a further audience. "Hurry," said Neena. "They're closer than they were an hour ago." She was beautiful and defiant, facing the red sunset and the black mountain. Var sensed her fear, and the love that had conquered it. He she had challenged the feud of their peoples and had left her home, to follow him. Now, if her father and his kinsmen overtook them, it would be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the last days. "Wait," he commanded. While she waited he spun a dream, attaching it to "Oh!" cried Neena in involuntary alarm. Var sighed, shaking his head. "It won't hold them for long, but it's the best I can do now. Come on." It was starry night already when they saw the light from the Watcher's watch on the Ryzga mountain, as a part of the oldest legends of their They felt the Watcher rouse, heard his footsteps, and finally saw him—a "You were asleep!" said Var. Shock made his thought accusing, though he had not meant to be. The old man grinned toothlessly. "Never fear. Asleep or awake, I watch. against melting by the Watcher's will. Light blazed in reflections from turned questioningly to the young pair. "We need a little rest out of the cold," said Var. "And food, if you can spare it. We're pursued." Hot food and drink were before them almost at once. The Watcher regarded weariness lifted from them. "You have stolen your enemy's daughter, no doubt, young man? Such things happened when I was young." Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history briefly. "We should have been safe among my people by now. And before very long, I'm sure, I would have performed some deed which Groz would "A pity, indeed. I would like to help you—but, you understand, I am the Mountain Watcher. I must be above feuds and families." Var nodded somberly, thinking that an old recluse would in any case be able to do little for them against Groz and his violent kinsfolk. "And what will you do now?" Var grinned mirthlessly. "We haven't much choice, since they're The Watcher was broodingly silent his eyes shifted to Neena, where she nestled by Var's side. He asked, "And you—are you willing to follow your lover in this?" Neena returned his gaze without flinching are doing. That is the second part of the law the First Watcher made: to guard lest the unwary and the ignorant should bring harm on themselves and on all men." "We know the stories," Var said brusquely. "In the hollow heart of their mountain the Ryzgas sleep, as they chose to do when their world Ryzgas will come forth." "The Ryzgas also were men," said the Watcher. "But they were such a race the Ryzgas, there was lust for power, and atrocious cruelty that survived when the Ryzgas' world went down in flame and thunder. "In the last generation of their power the Ryzgas knew by their science the Ryzgas' might had been forged, eyes that stared white and half the Ryzgas' dream, without slogans other than a cry for blood. who was the Mountain Watcher. "Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on "this is a world where you are free to risk wakening the old tyrants, if in your own judgment your great need renders the chance worth taking." Neena pressed her face against Var's shoulder, hiding her eyes. In her mind as it groped for his there was a confusion of horror and pity. Var looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken but the Watcher Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, "Who are you? Where's the Watcher?" The other flashed white teeth in a smile. "I'm the Watcher," he Var passed a hand across bewildered eyes. Neena said softly, "Thank you, Watcher." "Don't thank me. I take no sides in your valley feuds. But now you are rested, your minds are clear. Do you still mean to go on to the Ryzga the morning sun, but the mountain of the Ryzgas drank in the light and direction, southward, without seeking to conceal herself. Your pursuers will be deceived and follow her, and by the time they catch her it will be too late for them to overtake Var." That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into one. Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night. Var felt a twinge of unfamiliar emotion only by its echo in Neena's They stood high on the side of the Ryzga mountain, and gazed at the little had the Ryzgas feared those who might assail them in their sleep. Var sent his thoughts probing beyond the curtain, listened intently, slanted steeply downward. Var's hands moved, molding a radiant globe Behind Groz the figures of his followers loomed up as striding shadows. Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: "Go back! Or you'll drive us to enter the mountain!" exhorting his men to haste. Neena's face was deadly pale and her lips trembled, but her urgent The sun-globe floated behind them, casting light before them down the The immaterial globe of light danced on before them. mechanical servitors of the Ryzgas woke one by one and began to make the death-cries of a billion slaves, the despair of all flesh and blood before their monstrous and inhuman power. Without warning, lights went on. Blinking in their glare, Var and Neena with gleaming control buttons, levers, colored lights. As they watched last. And the Ryzga too stood motionless, looking down at them. not wholly roused from his two millenia of slumber. But the Ryzga's assurance of self that smote them like a numbing blow. With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite crawling, laboring to do the Ryzgas' will— Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed The Ryzga's final thought clicked into place: Between the Ryzga and the control panel a nightmare shape reared up Ryzga froze, teetering off balance and almost falling, as a numbing grip the Ryzga's frantic eyes. They glared back at him with such hatred and such evil that for an instant he almost faltered. But the Ryzga's misdirected and unavailing as those of a child who has not learned to wrestle with the mind. Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates with an infant, he projected his thoughts into the other's mind. "There

<question>:
What is the Watcher's purpose in spinning the vision of when the Ryzgas fell?

<options>:
A To tell a story of human selfishness and evil in order to arm Var and Neena against the Ryzgas
B To instill a sensible amount of fear in Var and Neena before they sacrifice the world for their romance
C To persuade Var and Neena not to go further in their journey without understanding the potential consequences
D To convey a neutral account of history in order to inform Var and Neena of what they're up against

<answer>:

C