At the top of the peak, all covered in snow... I know not of how this encounter would go...

My lips could not move... I was too stunned to speak… I had regressed into a child who felt incredibly weak…

Toward the West I travel... From the Ar’Cona in the East... Trekking up the Wyvern’s Route... The cold grows harsh to say the least…

Days have come to pass... Not a movement has been made... Kiren was still recovering... So a journey would have to wait...

Traveling now by Portal Magic, I vanished swiftly in the night... But would I make it back to help, the voice I heard did not sound right...

Awaiting the next voyage, with peace in my heart I now stand... The Azure approaches swiftly and will return us to the Mainland...

Contemplating our options, not by way of boat or horse... How do you move such a Being, without… more damage of course...

Sworn in and accepted, a 4th Ranked Wizard I now stand... Across the ocean and blue waves, I have returned to this broken land...