"I can't!" Nia wheezed, so cold layers of frost clung to her cheeks.
The air within the Great Plateau had already been thin, but the further they traveled up the mountain, the more stifling the air became. Her chest ached, and her lungs burned as if she were drowning in icy waters.
Altair glanced at her, some meters back and then up to the tallest peak in all the realm. Or so he believed, standing there on high, looking down like a god at the insects desperately trying to kill one another.
Across from them, after nearly traveling for three days straight, Altair stared at the twin mountain to the one they were on.
'Ren should have arrived by now,' he told himself.
"Laros, it's fine if you use your—" Igniting his Phoenix Flame without hesitation, warmth came like the embrace of the Heavens as Nia, Aurora, Talia, and Olivia huddled around Laros.
