Climbing a cliff

- You, like any chosen god, need to create a sword technique yourself. Like the use of magic, the sword, like any other weapon, will not tolerate recklessness. The technique reflects your strength and your intentions, you need to visit the sanctuary of the chosen gods. - The spirit of the forest spoke with echoes of nostalgia in his voice.

I looked at Amolinglou in confusion, did he just say shrines of the chosen gods? In our world, I doubted that they were still somewhere; all the remaining races most likely destroyed them or hid them from view.

- And where will I find the sanctuaries of the chosen gods? If you didn't know, after the exodus of the five races, those chosen by the gods became like a curse and got rid of them everywhere. - I answered without any hope of an answer.

Amolinglou, watching me become more and more lost in my thoughts, rose from his chair and approached me.

Frowning, I didn't understand what he wanted from me, coming up to me, I got a better look at him; his red hair reminded me of both trees and grass.

The eyes looked like leaves before falling from a tree, I wondered how old he was if he remembered the times when races had not yet left the world.

- Perhaps the rest of the world has gotten rid of them, but you are on lands where the avelei race once lived. Go to the capital and there you will find answers to some of your questions. - Amolinglou addressed me in a quiet, thoughtful voice.

When I wanted to ask him more about the sanctuary of the chosen gods, I noticed how the room disappeared along with the spirit of the forest.

And in front of my gaze was the top of the tent in which I slept, as I could understand, my conversation with Amolinglou ended.

Sighing and running my hand over my eyes, I began to slowly rise from the bed on which I was sleeping; the sounds of the forest began to reach my ears.

Looking towards the exit, I noticed that daylight was penetrating through the bottom of the tent. Having gathered myself, I went outside and the sunlight blinded me for a while, forcing me to cover my eyes with my hand.

Having looked around and made sure that I was alone, I looked at the tormentors who continued to be around the tent.

I hoped that my conversation did not last very long, I remembered the professor's words that when the magic inside the body disappeared, there was a risk of losing it forever. Having called off my tormentors and sat down near the tent, I thought about my next steps.

Initially, my plan was to take possession of the Avelei technology, but according to the words of the spirit of the forest, I did not have the opportunity to use them.

I understood that there was no need for the spirit of the forest to deceive me. But I also didn't find a reason to help me; until the moment in the dream, I didn't even know that there were spirits of the forests.

And thanks to him, I learned that I had some kind of smell of darkness and chaos, and before the magicians could understand who was in front of them.

Should I be glad that magicians can't do this now, or should I better prepare for the worst when someone will be able to understand the truth about me?

I didn't want to bet everything on the possibility, but I also didn't know how to remove the smell and was there such a possibility? There were too many questions in my head that did not help me but only made me want to become stronger.

Having taken out the map, I began to peer at it, my desire to get a wyvern did not disappear anywhere, Keirin took care of placing on the map the approximate location of the robber camp.

And if you believe the map, I was relatively close to one of the cities of avelei. Looking around again, I noticed a small mountain not far from me from which I had the opportunity to notice this city on the map.

Rising from the ground, brushing myself off and packing up my tent, I headed towards the mountains.

I had no desire to eat after talking with the spirit of the forest; our conversation with him continued to pop up in my head.

To my surprise, while I was heading towards the mountain, no monsters or animals came across my path.

Whether this was the intervention of the spirit of the forest or just a coincidence, I did not know. Approaching a small mountain, I began to inspect the mountain for the opportunity to climb.

The rocks that were sticking out of it looked like they were ready to fall, but if I wanted to climb on it I had no choice.

Clinging to one of the stones with my hand and resting my feet on the mountain and slowly rising, I began to slowly lift up. Either I was lighter than I thought or my initial assessment was wrong about these stones.

I practically climbed another hill to rest, unlike the children who lived in such conditions, this was unusual for me.

Feeling my arm and back muscles ache from tension, I grabbed the ledge and began to slowly rise.

And at that moment I heard the crack of a stone, I felt the ledge begin to crack under my hand, I began to examine the possibility of what else I could grab onto.

I was afraid that if there was only one arm to support me, there was a risk of falling down. Feeling and hearing small stones falling down, sweat began to flow through me and threatened to prevent me from finding my footing.

I tried not to look down, before that I looked there once and it seemed to me that the ground was getting closer and my head began to feel very dizzy.

Having almost despaired and getting ready to fall down, my gaze caught a small stone sticking out of the rock.

Hoping that luck had not abandoned me, I let go of the ledge and grabbed the stone, and to my joy it did not fall out of the rock.

Pressed against the rock, I felt my heart beating wildly, and my hands became noticeably sweatier. Trying to catch my breath, I froze not far from the hill; for the first time in a long time, I felt fear.

Having calmed down a little, I continued to climb the rock, I felt like my hands began to bleed closer to the surface of the rock, but I did not have the ability to take a pill. Enduring the unpleasant tingling sensation in my hands, I climbed up.

I was lucky that the hill was not narrow and I had the opportunity to lie on my back and raise my arms and look at them.

Small cuts were noticeable on them, which gradually began to become larger; what struck me most was not the cuts, but the fact that my hands were shaking and I didn't even realize or feel it.