Deremiah reached down and closed his hand around the hilt of his sword. The metal was quite cool against his palm even though he had been wielding it just a few seconds ago.
He picked up the sword and straightened, then he performed a thrust, a slice and a jack. He spun his body with the blade following his motion before he stabbed the air strongly and ended the warm up by spinning the sword and placing it on a resting position beside him.
His gaze shifted toward the mountain in the distance. He could see the peak from where he stood and it wasn't a very high mountain. The rocky face was covered with glowing plants and mushrooms clinging on its shaft from the base to the tip like a mosaic.
Back when it was darker, their light had been vivid and brilliant, but now they were subdued under the growing daylight.