I'm gonna say it now. This is my favorite walkthrough that I've ever read. I look forward to more updates!!!!!!!

The scale of this mountainside is truly grand. We've destroyed a number great machines meant for a siege; I trust that those down below will see that as a victory. As for myself, I have begun to see that there is likely no end to this madness.

For a brief moment, we stood peering into the cavernous void along one of the cliffs. As the ice shifted beneath our feet, threatening to cast us into the mist, a sullen pain came over me. In that moment, I knew that should I give way and let this mountain swallow me... Abhaya would follow me even there.

This is beautiful

We've found two paths amongst us on this barren waste. Abhaya was more than eager to enter either at once. With but a few odd words exchanged in the past hours, I could sense her resilience. In accordance, precisely why I thought to return to our small quarters and reflect.

Pride and confidence are folly, one should turn instead to inquiry and loss of singular forms of self. If we are to remain, Abhaya too must find the will to resolve her mind.

At last I had found one of the infernal gateways that bend us into spaces unknown. It is but the most foreboding sensation to think yourself at your destination and suddenly appear in flesh. The sorcery at the core of this phenomenon has become clearer to me over the moons, and I hope to one day master its powers.

That very night we ventured to another old warriors camp. I have laid eyes on him the past fortnight and have come to believe he has wisdom to share. He spoke of three great warriors of eons past; great warlords that I too will soon see eye to eye. How could this be? Is it evil or wanton good fortune that I seek to defeat? So be it, come and rest maiden, for the new day brings much toil. "I seek only to serve thine honors and wisdoms", were the first and only words with which she herself honored me that night, assuredly before giving into exhaustion.

To say I look forward to your updates the most would be a gross understatement.

To quench the worst of odd heavens' thirst,
Wings must fall and old hearts burst.
Same as befall-- all flesh and bone,
Whose gathered dust sits on the throne.

I beseech thee oh fates of tired gore,
What light can pierce the gloom?
The arcs of sorcery or small silver sprites,
is it they that bring light to long nights?

-Letters to Abhaya

Some of the foes here within were indeed of great constitution. Try as they may, they would not stand in the end. Oft, Abhaya's arrows would fell them before their close approach. If this great river of molten stones would have risen up to swallow them, still none would have wept.

There is little promise to be had in this wretched place. We will leave it devoid of demons to be sure.