Sigurd walked across the vast northern ice plains. He should have been feeling weary after marching for so long—however, because he was about to arrive at his destination, his spirits were high, and he felt relaxed and cheerful.
Over the past few decades, he had spanned the entire continent on his own two legs. However, the places he'd passed through were either underground cities, mazes, or other hidden and dangerous places. Yet in Sigurd's heart, he considered himself an adventurer—the trailblazing sort of adventurer who sought out wondrous new scenery, while uncovering strange and secret mysteries.
