The next morning, Noah woke up early. The cold air greeted him as he left the inn, carrying a backpack filled with supplies and climbing equipment. With determined resolve, he began his ascent towards the summit of Mount Mons, following the old path mentioned by the old man at the inn.
The path turned out to be very difficult. Slippery rocks and Heavy snow made the journey increasingly challenging. Noah had to be careful with every step to avoid slipping or tripping.
After several hours of climbing, Noah decided to take a break. He sat on a large rock, trying to catch his breath. The mountain scenery in front of him was vast and serene, but he had to keep going. He needed to continue before night fell to avoid getting trapped in the dark.
As the afternoon turned to evening, Noah finally reached a high plateau near the summit. He hoped to find the flower there, but as far as the eye could see, there were only rocks and snow. Noah began to doubt himself. Was all this effort in vain?
**Noah**: "Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this flower is just a myth," he muttered wearily.
However, his resolve had not yet completely faded. Noah decided to check once more, although his hope was waning. He walked further towards the summit, hoping to find signs of the Mist Flower Moon. As he examined his surroundings, despair began to creep in.
Feeling exhausted, Noah sat on a large rock. He opened his notebook, reviewing all the information he had gathered. Fatigue and cold air were draining his energy. He took a deep breath, trying to find calm in his chaotic mind.
**Noah**: "Maybe this is indeed just a myth. Am I foolish for believing in fairy tale?" he muttered with a tired voice.
As the day turned into night, Noah decided to rest again. He sat under a large pine tree, trying to warm himself. In the silence, he heard the sound of gentle flowing water. Curiosity urged him to find the source of the sound.
He found a small stream flowing from the mountain slope. The water was clear and cold, providing a refreshing sensation to his tired skin. Noah washed his face, trying to dispel sleepiness and fatigue. As he crouched by the stream, he saw something glistening at the bottom. A small stone with strange carvings, reminding him of the symbols he had seen in the legend book he read in the library.
The sentence in the book read: "Only when what is lost is found, and what is hidden is revealed, will the Mist Flower Moon show its true form."
**Noah**: "What is lost is found... what is hidden is revealed?" he muttered.
Suddenly, Noah realized the true meaning of the sentence. "What is lost is found" referred to something overlooked or hidden in an unexpected place. Noah realized that the area around the stream might hold the answer he was looking for. He started walking further along the stream, carefully examining every detail.
As night fell, he noticed the full moon rising. The bright moonlight made everything clearer. As he ventured deeper into the forest around the stream, he began to feel like something was watching him. However, he did not let fear take over. He continued walking, hoping to find the legendary flower.
Suddenly, he saw something glistening behind dense bushes. Carefully, Noah approached the source of the light and found a flower glowing softly among moss-covered rocks. The flower grew in a protected spot, almost invisible unless closely observed.
**Noah**: "Here it is... the Mist Flower Moon," he whispered in awe.
Carefully, Noah knelt before the flower, feeling a mixture of happiness and relief. However, as he was about to pick the flower, a rumbling sound suddenly echoed, and the ground beneath him began to shake.
**Noah**: "No... not now..." he shouted, trying to quickly grab the flower.
But it was too late. A large avalanche suddenly rushed down from the summit, hitting Noah with tremendous force. He fell, his body trapped under the cold, heavy snow.
In a semi-conscious state, Noah felt his life slipping away. However, in the midst of the darkness and cold enveloping him, the soft light from the Mist Flower Moon began to shine brighter. The flower emitted a warm energy that slowly enveloped Noah's body.
He felt something strange, as if time had stopped. In that moment of wonder, Noah heard a mechanical voice, cold and disembodied, echoing in his mind, "Ding. Soul successfully bound. Another world channel connected. Preparing host for reincarnation."
The voice continued, "reincarnation process initiated. Memory and soul synchronization in progress. Calibrating inherent abilities."
The mechanical voice then disappeared, leaving Noah in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness, feeling an extraordinary energy flowing through his body.