Link stood on the snowy peak and asked the sword spirit, "Is this direction right?"
An icy wind blew around him while the boundless icy plain was before him. The air was abnormally clean. Looking down from the peak with his excellent vision, Link could see hundreds of miles.
All of this land was the same tundra. What was different was that in the distance, it became darker; it was nighttime at the end. There was a clear difference between night and day in different parts of the north and south. This was a sight unique to the extreme north.
The general direction is right, but too much time has passed. I don't know if the land has changed.
The sword spirit's voice was full of uncertainty. The Storm Lord was from the ancient times and millenniums had passed. This was enough time for seas to turn into land.
