The Second Trail Begins

Beneath the towering, sky-piercing mountain, the wind howled like a beast in agony, wheezing through the desolate landscape with relentless fury.

The air was thick with the scent of cold stone, which could be explained by the surrounding cracked rocks in the area.

At the foot of this mountain lay a young man with flowy white hair spread across the ground.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically, an absolute contrast to the harsh environment around him.

In his bloodless lips, he held the hilt of a dagger, partly covered by the occasional splashes of his hair due to the wheezing wind.

Slowly, his eyelids stirred, and then—

A bright flash of light cut through the stormy area as his eyes snapped open, staring at the gray sky.

Suddenly, he jumped up from where he lay, carving a massive gorge into the ground, with his dagger now firmly in his hands.