Somewhere in the middle of a monochrome mountain with a stone monument near its peak, chilly winds blew fiercely, carrying with them a snow of ashes.
Daru raised his arms to protect his eyes as he advanced, his armor lightly clanging while his blonde hair was ruffled back by the screeching tempest.
He glanced at the forest beneath, then the Underworld River farther away.
He couldn't help but doubt whether he had made the correct decision to explore on his own instead of tailing Rocante.
Then again, this side of Limbo had been unknown even to Nando, so how could he have known that there were no other Swordspawns around?
In any case, Daru was now in the middle of Monument Mountain.
The only thing that would make sense now was to continue the cold and difficult journey to the peak and see what he could learn there.
Daru shook the unnecessary thoughts off, resuming his arduous advance.
