"Huff. Huff."
A young man clad in silver armor, with a silver sword that had a black handle gripped tightly in his hands, took slow yet steady steps as he journeyed up the mountain.
His body shivered at times as if he had caught a cold, yet this youth still managed to keep himself from falling. At times, he supported his frame with the sword in his hand, taking periodic breaks to catch his breath.
In the somewhat open area of the second section of the mountain, his figure was visible even from afar.
"Finally."
The young man breathed out at last before falling to his knees as he tried to recuperate from the exhausting trek.
All around him was a light red mist that covered the entire area. It acted as a type of rejuvenating gas, aiding the young man in the recovery of his stamina and energy while at the same time, healing his injuries.
