312 The second Hurdle

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/SHUA…/

/Rain…/

"Huff… Huff…"

The mountains seemed to never end... Maybe they did not have one.

An eternal climb to symbolize the infinity of the Universe.

Whenever he reached the end of one of the many mountain peaks, he realized it was just the start of another.

From the golden wheat fields, he climbed the rocky cliff amidst the rain and storms, eventually arriving at the ancient ruins of a dilapidated temple built alongside the walls of a mountain.

Whatever this temple had once been dedicated to was either dead or far of reach as this place felt dead in every sense of the word.

The carvings were long gone, the luster of the marble was now opaque, and most of its structure had already collapsed onto itself.

Its only use now was to be stepped upon for someone else to ascend higher.

As such, using its large pillars, Dale climbed atop the temple before continuing further.