Aizel's destination, the Fangspire mountain, was drawing closer and closer with each passing moment.
The mountain loomed in the distance, it's top penetrating the sky and its jagged, boulder-studded slopes casting a menacing shadow.
As he got closer to the mountain's snake catacombs, the area around him seemed to grow darker, as if the mountain were casting a shadow over everything.
I wonder how many snake monsters will be there," he thought.
Aizel dismounted and tied his horse to a sturdy tree before setting off for the foreboding peak.
His mana senses were on full alert, reaching out to pick up on any danger that may be nearby. He was cautious, never letting his guard down, and was aware of his surroundings at all times.
"Now that I think I didn't name my armor, let's see what could be a good name for it."
"Hellfire roaring armor?"
"Well, for now, I will keep that."
