Midas sat on the Wall, gazing at the Mountain in the distance. That was his goal. At least for now. He had to trust that Link was not lying to him since he assumed Link wanted to stay alive just like he did. So he would work on going to the mountain as soon as possible.
Midas had come up with two objectives. He would first get to the Shrine, which was riddled with dangerous Dragons, and use it to get more supplies. Then he would traverse the Dungeon, which was filled with other monsters and demons, and make it to the Transfer Gate.
These were unchangeable objectives. The only variables were how he was going to make all this happen. So as Midas sat there watching how the sun in the sky radiated light that reflected off the red sands in the desert, Midas could not help but think about blood.
There was a lot of it that was meant to be shed. And the one shedding it would be him. But it would not be his though.
