Faye sat in the living room, listening to Malin recount his Northern exploits in one breath, from the previous trench battles to the ensuing night fights. For Faye, who had an older brother serving in the North, these weren't particularly enthralling tales. However, considering Malin's place in her heart, she had to admit she was quite nervous—that something might go wrong to the North, then the South; in those couple of days, Faye nearly thought she might never see Malin again.
By the time Malin talked about entering the terrifying Stairway Fortress, Faye was already feeling dizzy—that was the Evil God's stronghold! Even mortals with the scantest knowledge understood that stepping into such a stronghold of the Evil God meant a perilous journey from which survival was a luxury, and dying with dignity was an even more far-fetched fantasy.