At last, we move further up the slopes and trenches. This siege must have been centuries in the making; those behind the planning will not be taken easily.

Lusting souls and eyes that wander in search of new deaths cannot hold us. By all the black suns and the snakes beneath the surface, I curse you to an everlasting cold. You may have still found the light if of pure mind; yet alas, you've chosen my blade to lay your corpses unto this frozen earth.

Fortune smiled upon us and we found a way to return and rest our bones. Abhaya's distance of late will not let me slumber. She calls the name of the lost one in her sleep; it is all I can do to warm her in this plainest of huts.

I was tending the fire in the morn when she awoke from her fevers. Laying the elder stones into the nock and limbs of this bow kept me through the stillness of the night.

We spoke little, "My thanks to you my liege." Those words I will remember. I caught but the slightest smile before she departed to hone in her sights.

Our voyage through the plateau was a true toil, so many great beasts assailed us. Still, they were no match. We are becoming a well honed machine in battle, subtle gestures and intuition have propelled us forward.

All along the way, the corpses of those who have failed litter the landscape. When pride overshines prudence, only suffering can ensue.

Abhaya's new bow draws scorn from those would seek our destruction. Even this behemoth fell, arrows piercing with precision and blows that found only thorns were his demise.

He guarded an entrance into the icy depths of the mountain, but we could not enter yet. It seems this realm is far from being void of hells to which one may aspire. So be it, we enter without hesitation.

Only the chosen few can suffer such trials. Spread out amongst the stars is the power to free the mind. These pathetic slaves will perish by their own rites.

The missing maiden was not among the living or the dead here...

Come Abaya, we must return. I have some reason to believe there is deception and intrigue in the heart of this town that runs thick as day old blood.

I only spared his life in thought that he may yet be of use. Abhaya can track him without much suspicion.

Standing beside him, the stench of death hung heavy over his pale visage. Your days are numbered; It was all I could muster to not run him through where he stood.

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